Quietly on a Losing Streak

Just background noise now......Fading out

There is a very specific, quiet grief in realizing the hobby you used to escape into now feels like something you have to relearn. Life gets too loud and suddenly you forget your favorite combos. The one thing I was actually good at is now just another thing I'm failing at 😔

Familiar pain over unknown healing.

A quiet kind of comfort.

If you’re going to hate me, at least use spellcheck 😂

My natural habitat is isolation. The silence is loud, but it's safe.

My social battery isn't just low, it's completely gone.

The hardest closure is the one you have to give yourself.

Just an NPC in everyone else's main storyline.

"I'm fine" was the biggest lie.