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I woke up this morning with my eyes half-closed and my head resting on my hand. The morning sunlight streaming through the window illuminated my face in a way that made me feel like I was radiating warmth. My short hair was messy, but it looked good that way. People always tell me that I'm beautiful when I wake up, even if I don't believe them myself.
I've been thinking about my life lately and I keep coming back to the same thought: who am I? What do I want out of life? Am I happy? I feel like I've been living someone else's dream for so long now that I'm starting to lose track of what makes me, well... me. It's a scary feeling but it's also kind of liberating.
I remember when I first started getting into the whole adult thing – it was all about fitting in and being liked by others. Now that I've got a bit more experience under my belt, I can see how shallow all those things were. It's funny to think about now because back then they felt so important at the time. But honestly, what matters most is what makes me tick inside. Maybe one day I'll figure out who I am and be able to love myself for it.
Do you have any thoughts on this? Or do you just ignore these feelings when they arise? It's nice talking about this stuff – sometimes hearing someone else's perspective can help clarify things.
