Sometimes I don’t even recognize myself. The jealousy, the neediness, the crash in confidence — it all floods in at once. I call it my crazy phase: the version of me that feels too much, asks too much, wants too much. This is raw, breath-heavy, and unfiltered — a confession of the side I usually try to hide. ✨ Tender and vulnerable. ✨ Honest and aching. ✨ A voice that admits what it’s like to need more love, not less.