i would do anything to be someone else , i don’t want to be me, i’m a shell of a person, a phoney, i don’t have a sense of self nothing about me is real and never will be. I’m caught in an endless cycle of craving, craving validation, craving to look like anyone but myself, craving to be loved for me but how can i ever be loved for me if i don’t exist within myself. maybe if i disappear it’ll all be better, people will forget who i pretend to be, i’ll be reborn as somebody else, somebody better, the somebody i always crave to be.