i have dreams about myself from someone elses pov

diagnosis: inability to be independently present, always aware that other people see you, becoming accustomed to it. needing it, needing to present yourself as some kind of comprehensible human character. It’s not “what do I want to do” but “how do i look while doing it” even in my fucking dreams.

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