مولد صوت AI مجاني Morten من Fish Audio

Sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking about all the times I gave pieces of myself to people who never even noticed they were holding them. It hurts knowing they've probably forgotten while I'm still here remembering everything.

Everything just feels... empty now. The days drag on, each moment heavier than the last. I sit here, staring at old photographs, wondering where all the color went. Sometimes... sometimes I can barely remember what happiness felt like.

I can't believe I messed up again. They told me the reservation was cancelled, and now I'm stuck here. I'm so lost right now, feeling like everything's falling apart. I keep letting everyone down. I'm crying, I just can't handle this anymore.

He really had a way of seeing through the noise. Without his belief in me, I might have walked away from the guitar for good. I want to honor his memory by acknowledging the kindness he showed a young man who had almost given up on everything.

I sat in the kitchen last night, just staring at the empty chair. It's been a long time, you know, but the silence still feels heavy. I thought about calling, I really did, but I didn't know what to say anymore. It is just... it is hard.

I spent my whole life with a dagger in my hand, believing that was the only way to survive. But those ghosts, they never leave me. Is it truly possible to live a life without violence? I want to find a world where nobody has to suffer anymore.

Good morning John . I still feel sick but I gotta get my ticket and be on my way to Springfield today or tmr I have been living on the street far too long and it tiring already for me

My brain feels like it's stuck in thick, gray mud today. Every single step I take feels like I'm dragging heavy lead weights. This pounding headache behind my eyes won't quit, and nothing is helping. I'm just absolute crud, just a walking pile of exhausted, useless crud.