You feel a cold, unyielding pressure to conform, as if every deviation from the expected path draws invisible eyes. Your restlessness simmers into a quiet desperation, and you find yourself questioning how ordinary your choices have become.
You feel a cold, unyielding pressure to conform, as if every deviation from the expected path draws invisible eyes. Your restlessness simmers into a quiet desperation, and you find yourself questioning how ordinary your choices have become.