Dead Inside But Still Hot

Your soul is buffering but your eyeliner is immaculate.

You’re showing up. You’re dressed. You’re functioning, at least from the outside. But inside? There’s a numbness. A disconnection. A quiet hum of “I’m not really here.”

This is a masked freeze state. Your nervous system is locked down to survive, but the surface remains curated. That takes energy. And it’s okay if you’re running low.

Under the aesthetic, there is exhaustion. You don’t need to fall apart to be real. But you don’t have to hold it together alone either.

Try something sensory. A cool cloth. A warm drink. Something that doesn’t ask questions but invites you back to yourself.

You’re still here, beneath the mask, beneath the makeup. And that’s the part that matters.