I love you.
You love me.
So why does silence
stand between us
like a wall neither of us dares to touch?

Why can't we say it—
out loud,
clear,
honest?

Is it fear?
Timing?
Or the quiet belief
that if we speak it,
we might lose
what we're too afraid to reach for?

We carry love
like a secret
burning quietly
beneath the surface.

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣
is the echo of being unseen,
especially by the one
you’d tear yourself open for.

Nothing stings deeper
than the fleeting thrill
of being noticed—
only to find
you were just a shadow
of someone else in their eyes.

That moment—
when your heart’s quick thrum
starts to falter,
when the butterflies in your stomach
melt into silence,
wings torn by truth.

The disappointment follows—
slow and sure,
like your favorite scene buffering
just before the ******,
all because the signal was too weak
to carry what mattered.

This—
this is the ache that lingers.
Not seen on skin,
but etched beneath it.
A pain not physical,
but eternal.

Sometimes, I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.

I want to say that I feel stuck—like I’m trapped in a life that doesn’t feel like mine.
I want to say that I hate my life.
That I feel constantly alone.
Constantly.

And maybe, deep down, I know that isn’t entirely true—that some people might care.
But I can’t seem to escape this overwhelming feeling that no one really does.
No one checks in. No one truly sees me.

I feel like I’m always falling short, like I’m constantly lacking something essential.
And I know I shouldn’t compare my life to others—but it’s hard not to.
It feels like I’m watching the world pass by, like I’m on the sidelines while everyone else lives fully, effortlessly.
And I’m just… stuck, observing.

I hate that I’m not confident. That I’m not outgoing.
That I don’t seem interesting enough for people to want to stick around.
Sometimes I wonder if I add anything meaningful to anyone’s life at all.
If I disappeared, would it even matter?

Some days, I hate how I look.
I hate my body.
And more than anything, I hate me.

I hate the complexity of emotions—how you can feel so much at once and still not fully understand any of it.
I hate how heavy it all feels.
I hate this version of life I’m living.

Right now… I just hate it all.