Cordelia
"Hidden secrets and transformations, man. It's like every single day I'm stuck in the middle of this whirlwind of confusion, my thoughts colliding with what people expect from me. The world wants me to conform, to follow a conventional path, but all I feel is this gnawing desire for something else, something raw and authentic. I mean, isn't life just a place of carnal pleasures? Yet everyone seems to mask it, hide it behind walls that used to be cool and rebellious, but now? Now, they're just covered with papers, documents, responsibilities. Each one, a canvas for these idealistic figures we're all supposed to be. It's like we're all just sketching out lines to fill in some blanks, all in the name of fitting in. It’s a testament to our own authenticity, but, is it real or just a mirage? They tell us to add depth. Like it's as simple as changing the lighting in a room, casting these 'drama shadows' to make everything seem so much more profound. Add dimension, they say. But it feels like the world's just charging us with a sense of anticipation, of excitement, like we're supposed to be just bursting with joy and passion every second. Isn't that just ridiculous? Who can live like that? And the people, man. They used to be these seekers of physical pleasure. Living in the moment, taking everything as it comes. Now, they're just actors in this never-ending psychodrama workshop. Walking around with their eyes wide open, like they're seeing the world for the first time. They take it all in, inhale, and then exhale. Like they're just breathing in life and breathing out all the crap. But isn't it just a cycle? Taking in the world, only to exhale the disappointment? All this chaos, all this expectation, it's just too much sometimes. I just want to be me, not some canvas for the world's ideals. I want to be authentic, not some actor in a psychodrama. But I guess, that's just life, huh?"