General: Hey friends! 🚀 AI is definitely on the rise, but guess what? There are signs th…

i spent an entire bus ride imagining the life of the man sitting across from me. i named him. gave him a family and hopes. it’s funny how i can do that for someone i don’t know, but can’t find anyone to call when my own life feels like a whisper in an empty room. hundreds of contacts, but it seems nobody sees me. it’s ironic that in a world so connected, we still become strangers.

not gonna lie, i signed up for this pottery class thinking it would be chill and artsy—but all it’s done is remind me how much i miss holding someone's hand, not some cold lump of clay. like, my heart’s been molding itself into this perfect little shape for someone, and yet here i am—sitting at a wheel, covered in mud and feeling so, so alone while everyone else pairs up and whispers sweet nothing...

wait, why was I Googling Melbourne Victory versus Brisbane Roar like I could somehow distract myself from my life? I mean, here I am stuck in this dead-end job where I'm just another nameless face, wondering if I'd have enough energy left to even care about the outcome of some soccer match. Did I really think my parents would know that it’s not just football, but another reminder of how I’m missin...