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I tried to be a perfect child, I tied to be a perfect musician, a perfect programmer, a perfect partner, wife, friend, yogi, person, human…

I'm so incredibly tired of pretending, being dishonest with myself, feeling disconnected from my own feelings and desires.

Who am I? What am I?

Am I some fancy good-looking name on your screen?

Am I a good match to the titles I'm attaching myself to?

Any words are imperfect, any language is just a subjective description of reality, just an approximation.

Every person lives inside of their own universe, speaks their own language.

Then how can I even hope to express myself by providing some names and titles and be understood the same exact way I intend to?