QUIET EMPTINESS.. I don't even know who I am in this chapter of my life anymore. I'm not broken, but I'm not whole either. I'm not falling apart, but I'm not really living. Haugh when I should, say "I'm fine" when I'm not - just enough to look okay from the outside. But inside? It's like I'm stuck in a life that doesn't quite fit me. Like I'm watching my own story play out in slow motion, hoping one day the pieces will click and it'll finally make sense again. But it doesn't. Days blur. I keep existing, quietly, like background noise in my own life. Is this what growing up is supposed to feel like - functioning, but never really feeling alive? Because no one told me how heavy this kind of emptiness is. The way loneliness crawls in even when you're surrounded by people. How exhausting it is to keep pretending you're fine when your soul is begging for something real - something that feels like home again.🖤