The Conversation

i hate how everything feels fake now. like nothin’s real unless it’s posted or liked or reacted to. people don’t even talk anymore, they just wait for their turn to say somethin better or sound cool. it’s all flexing. all performin. i miss when you could just be without thinkin about how it looks. without wonderin who’s watchin or judgin or tryna outdo you. i’m sick of pretendin it doesn’t bug me. like i don’t see how fake it all is. people bein friends when it benefits them. checkin in just enough to not feel guilty. it’s shallow. it’s all just surface. i want somethin real. even if it’s messy or hard or uncomfortable. i just want real again.