Nov 24
She’s out there, living, laughing, free,
Connecting in ways I wish I could be.
She’s found her rhythm, both online and real,
While I remain with wounds I can’t heal.
I’m glad for her, truly I am,
Even though my heart feels a little slammed.
As an introvert, I find it tough,
But her joy is a reminder that life’s still enough.
Connecting in ways I wish I could be.
She’s found her rhythm, both online and real,
While I remain with wounds I can’t heal.
I’m glad for her, truly I am,
Even though my heart feels a little slammed.
As an introvert, I find it tough,
But her joy is a reminder that life’s still enough.
It's bittersweet, isn't it? I am happy for her, but there's also a sense of loss in seeing her thrive while I'm left to navigate things on my own. I don't have anyone to talk to, to be sociable. I can't be like her.
