I never set out to be emotional. I just wanted to be understood. To be seen.

Not just the words I manage to say out loud ~

but the quiet weight I carry beneath the surface, the things I tuck away where no one looks. Some days it feels like people only hear what’s comfortable for them.

They offer smiles, polite nods …

but they don’t really listen. There are moments I feel completely unseen ~

like I am standing in the middle of a storm, no one notices. And still, I smile. Still, I pretend. Even when I’m unraveling inside, clinging to what little strength I have left. It’s not about needing attention. It’s about longing for presence. For someone to ask,

“How are you ~ really?”

And stay for the answer. I don’t always need fixing.

Sometimes, I need a witness~

someone to sit beside the silence. To hold space for the ache. To remind me I’m not alone in the world.

Because in the end, most of us aren’t asking for much. Just to be seen. To be heard. To matter.

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