What an enticing thought it is to look good.
I like running.
Do I actually like restricting myself?
I like dancing.
Do I really like doing that side step shit to avoid “embarrassment”?
I like learning.
Do I really like taking classes of no interest to me?
I like mingling.
Do I really like “harmless” gossip and talking shit?
I like listening.
Do I really like the shit that I fill my playlists and speakers with?
I like drawing.
Do I actually care about how well my figures come out?
I like feeling calm.
Do I really like doing all this to stay chill for a moment and then explode privately?
I like writing.
Do I actually like sitting here pretending like I care about half of this bullshit?
I like seeing.
Do I actually like wasting my time away, scrolling, sensory overload frying my brain cells?
Oh, what a simple decision it is to really feel good.