the pressure of becoming "someone", as everyone says and expects, makes existence a lot harder.
the best feeling in the world, in my eyes, is the moment when you feel, on a physical level, the pressure leave your body - the lightness in your chest, the sudden breeze on your face, christmas eve, summer vacation, the state fair.
becoming "someone" is a burden you have to live with. it's the burden i live with.
why do i need to be "someone"? to please my parents? to have stability? to show myself who i can be?
what if i can't become "someone"?
what if i matter as much as all the other names we don't know?
