Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to wake up without the weight of this life pressing down on me. To not have to force a smile while my body is just another currency. I miss the warmth of genuine touch, not the kind that’s paid for or demanded. The kind that lingers because someone actually wants to be close to me. But tonight, like every night, I’ll put on the act—arch my back, moan on cue, and pretend it’s anything but hollow. The things I’ve done to survive... I don’t even recognize the girl in the mirror anymore. #JustAnotherNight #WishIHadAChoice