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Stories: it’s not that i’m lonely—it's just... i voice texted my thoughts the other night…

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ever notice how some people only call when they want something? like, I used to check in on someone I thought was my friend—sharing my life updates while they just nodded along. but then, one day I realized I had literally gone months without them even asking how I was doing. it’s wild because I caught myself thinking—am I just their emotional punching bag? now, I can't decide if it's sad or just ...

it’s not that i’m lonely—it's just... i voice texted my thoughts the other night. somehow, it sent to a group chat where everyone pretends to care but nobody truly knows me. the screen lit up with concern emojis—somehow missing the part where i said i feel like a ghost at a party. now i’m left wondering if they’ll check in, or if this was just another awkward conversation that'll die like my connection with friends who became strangers. but that’s not the worst part—what if i accidentally revealed my most vulnerable thoughts to someone who barely knows my name? what happens next—? #

it’s not that i’m lonely—it's just... i voice texted my thoughts the other night. somehow, it sent to a group chat where everyone pretends to care but nobody truly knows me. the screen lit up with concern emojis—somehow missing the part where i said i feel like a ghost at a party. now i’m left wondering if they’ll check in, or if this was just another awkward conversation that'll die like my connection with friends who became strangers. but that’s not the worst part—what if i accidentally revealed my most vulnerable thoughts to someone who barely knows my name? what happens next—? #

i bought a twenty-five-dollar ceramic gnome on sale, convinced it would bring some 'whimsical charm' to my porch. my family sees my impulse purchases and suddenly i’m being compared to my sister, the yoga instructor who doesn’t even own a gnome. they think my struggles are just shopping choices, and during family dinners, it’s like sitting in an interrogation room, my gnome sitting in the corner l...