مولد الصوت AI 2 بواسطة Fish Audio

Sometimes I wonder if I'm living for myself or just existing through others' expectations because... I need to find my own path, my own truth. It's like I'm searching for pieces of myself in everyone else's happiness.

Baby, when you say you care about me but don't show it with actions, it hurts me deeply. I need someone who understands that love isn't just words - it's about being there, showing up, and making effort. Your silence speaks louder than your promises.

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.

The hardest part about growing older is watching your father's strength fade away. The man who could fix anything, lift everything, now struggles with simple tasks. You realize time is stealing pieces of him, and all you can do is hold his hand and remember who he used to be.

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.

Yvette, Please… just try to see where I’m coming from. What do you expect me to do when my life is falling apart? My bank is messed up, I’m going broke by the day, and I’m doing everything I can just to hold it together.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels this hollow inside, this constant weight of expectations and responsibilities. Every morning brings the same emptiness, the same routine of putting on a brave face while everything inside feels like it's crumbling.

I'm just trying to keep it together, but some days are just a complete fucking disaster. Life keeps throwing this bullshit at me and I'm just here trying to be real with you guys. It's hard to stay positive when everything feels so quiet and empty right now.