public eye
Every time I do anything slightly outside what is expected from me, I have knots in my stomach. I hate the public eye. I don’t like to see how weak I am to it. How I change everything about me to succumb to it.
I do things bad for me in reaction to it. Do I care that much about the animals? Or am a vegetarian to be different and special? To be an enlightened one, full of pride, derisive.
Do I give a fuck about graduate school? Or am I trying to be “better” than other people for some definition of better given to me by others.
Do I care about working at some more prestigious company? Or is this something placed in me by others? Surely it is, but once I learn that, the same voice tells me I’m just thinking this because I can’t do better. Because I’m weak.
Fuck that. Self doubt is the most poisonous thing I’ve encountered.










