Now I doubt everything,
the friendship,
my voice,
the space I take up.
I want to say sorry,
but for what?
For caring?
For breathing too close?
So I say nothing at all,
which somehow hurts more.
Because how do you explain,
“I disappeared because I thought
my existence annoyed you”?
That sounds unhinged,
even to me.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 1:28 AM UTC