I don't show it, but lately I've been feeling like I'm just drifting through life.

No one really knows this about me. I’m usually the one who listens, who cracks jokes, who helps out. But when I’m alone, it hits. That quiet kind of sadness that builds up over time.

I don’t have anyone I can fully open up to not about how lost I feel, or how much I wish someone would just ask, “How are you, really?” and mean it.

I don’t need advice or a solution. Just someone who genuinely cares. Not because I’m useful. Not because I’m entertaining. Just because I exist.

I know I’ll get through it like I always do… but damn, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to do it all alone.

If you’ve read this far, thank you. That alone means more than you know.