مولد صوت AI مجاني Maki من Fish Audio

I I’m sorry il Yana. I just have to leave. It’s not you, It’s me.

The migraine creeps in like an unwelcome shadow, darkening the edges of my vision. I fumble through my desk drawer, knowing there's nothing there to help. Dad's words echo: "You're stronger than this, sweetheart." But strength isn't what I need right now.

Hey, I saw you hanging out with Sarah again yesterday. You promised we'd spend time together, but you're always with her now. It's not fair. You need to tell me right now, are we still friends or not? Stop avoiding me.

Yesterday was my art show, the biggest one of my life. Mom came, beaming with pride, taking photos of every piece. But Dad? He said he was "too busy" with Mason's soccer practice. Some things never change, I guess.

I'm standing here by the front door and the lights are flickering inside, and I can hear something moving but it doesn't sound like Romy. I should probably just leave, but I can't move my feet and it's getting really cold in here, I don't know.

Why do they keep staring at me like that? Am I really that different? Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever feel good enough, beautiful enough. Maybe I'm just not meant to fit in, but why does it have to hurt so much?

My friend just got engaged and here I am still single and lonely. Everyone's moving forward with their lives while I'm stuck in the same place. Maybe I should try dating apps but what if no one likes my profile? I'm probably not pretty enough anyway.

I know I should be stronger than this, but everything that's happening... it's getting to me. I keep thinking about everyone counting on me, and I'm scared I might not be enough. But I can't let that stop me, right?