🕊️ Me — Not Perfect, Not Explained
🌙 I Feel Too Much, and Still Smile Anyway Sometimes I wonder if people like me are just a little too much. Too sensitive 💧, too quiet at the wrong time 🤐, too loud inside where no one hears 🧠. But that’s how I’ve always been — a mix of too many things. And still, I stay kind . Still, I choose love. Still, I show up, even when it’s hard. I’m an overthinker — not in a funny, quirky way, but in the kind of way where even the smallest things play in my head over and over again like a broken track. “Was I wrong?” “Did I expect too much?” “Am I hard to love?” These thoughts may seem silly to some, but to me, they’re loud. They linger. I’m short-tempered too — not because I don’t care, but because I care too much. When I feel overwhelmed or misunderstood, I often pull away. Not to hurt anyone, but to protect them from the storm I know I’m carrying inside. Because I know myself. I know that my worst moods don’t define me, but I don’t want to hurt anyone when I’m in them. That’s not ...