They say loneliness isn't being alone. It's being looked at but never actually seen. And that kind of loneliness. it hollows you out. Because people don't come for you - they come for what you provide. They show up with open hands, not open hearts. You confuse their need for your presence with love for your existence. But it's not you they care about. It's the parts of you they can use. You become a service, not a soul. A solution, not a person. And the moment you stop fixing, giving, carrying, the moment you're tired or empty or human - they slip away like you were temporary all along. It's brutal to realise: you were never chosen. You were convenient. And convenience is disposable. The worst part isn't their leaving. It's realising they never saw you enough to actually stay.