Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, like I'm just a background character in everyone else's story-present, but never truly seen. Friends, family, love... it often feels as if my absence wouldn't matter, as if my silence slips by unnoticed. I carry this quiet ache in my chest, a heaviness I can't always put into words. There are days when I wonder if I was ever important at all. Days when the loneliness cuts deeper than I expect, forcing me to question my worth, my place, my purpose. The hurt lingers in the stillness, settling into the moments no one else sees. But even with the weight of it all, I'm learning to release what breaks me, to survive what tried to swallow me whole. I'm learning to keep moving forward—one fragile step at a time-even if no one sees the pieces of me Heave behind.