trying to think of who died and gave me the rights to an inflated self-ego #checkyoself I get so tired of myself sometimes before I realize it's because I've somehow fallen back into the trap of social media. For some reason we pit ourselves against everyone else in a race to seem the most beautiful, special, interesting, and enlightened. But really, what is any of it worth if it isn't really genuine? What do we have in the middle of the night when we're just laying in bed staring at the ceiling? All that I can ever really account for are the real human moments that I've seen and taken in with my own eyes. Not how well I executed my plan to be the most beautiful or special or interesting or whatever person on the pseudo-reality of social media. No matter how carefully cultivated, that is not a thing that we can have or hold even in our minds. And in that respect, I think we all go to sleep as equals. It's not a race, and as there's only ever gonna be one of you to live or die in this universe, you're already special even if you do nothing at all.