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I don’t know why I’m writing this. Maybe because it’s easier to spill words into emptiness than it is to speak them out loud. Nobody’s listening anyway. Nobody ever does.

Every day feels the same. I wake up, exist, go through motions, and fall back into bed wondering if anything I did mattered. I don’t really have friends… not the kind who check in, not the kind who care if I vanish. It’s strange how you can feel more like a shadow than a person, like you’re here but not really here.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone would notice if I just disappeared. Maybe a few days later, maybe longer… maybe never. That thought scares me, and yet… it feels like the truth.

I try to tell myself I’m strong, that I don’t need anyone, but the silence eats at me. Nights are the worst. The world is quiet, and all I hear are my own thoughts asking why I’m even alive. And I don’t have an answer.

If you’ve read this far… thank you. You’re proof that, at least for a moment, I wasn’t completely invisible. Maybe that means something. Maybe it doesn’t. I don’t know anymore.