People don’t change.
Life changes. But. People. Don’t.
I can say this because I am one of those people. Life looks different now, but inside I am still the exact same person. Like an addict who lives their whole life looking sober, but they go to sleep at night dying for just one more.
It doesn’t go away. It maybe fades at times. But it’s still there. You can’t just erase the parts of you that are fucked up.
Does everyone feel this way? Are we all living everyday just trying to bury who we really are til we crawl in bed each night – or are there people out there that are genuinely good people, who don’t have this constant internal struggle? Who go to bed happy?