Has social media started to ruin the idea of romanticism? Or have we ruined it by being too sucked into the idea of an idealistic kind of romance? What do we have to prove to one another? What do we have to prove to others of us? Why is there this incessant worrying need that constantly needs to be fed?
On days like these, I prefer to go into hiding. I might not always have the answers, but I know that deep down, we shouldn’t let anyone be benefiting from living off our momentary lapses of self doubt and insecurities. Not only is it impractical, but it is also the most illogical way to live your life.