مولد صوت AI مجاني joel من Fish Audio

People are just complicated fictions that eventually disappoint you. I’ve learned that now. I’ll find my truth between the pages of a classic, where characters are honest about their flaws. No more chasing ghosts or messy hearts. Just the quiet, reliable sanctuary of ink and paper.

Baby please don't do this I am literally begging you to just pick up the phone and talk to me I can't sleep thinking about you leaving like this everything I do is for our family and I love you so much it hurts just please come home.

Sometimes I catch myself smiling in photos, and it feels wrong, like I'm wearing someone else's face. There's this darkness inside that nobody sees, and I keep thinking maybe I deserve it. God, I can't even look at myself anymore without remembering everything.

Sometimes I trace the outline of where you used to be, like pressing on a bruise to remember the pain. Each memory feels like glass beneath my skin - beautiful, broken, impossible to remove. I built these walls again, stronger now, but emptier.

The rain fell softly that morning, just like her tears had fallen the day she left. I stood by the window, watching droplets trace paths down the glass, each one carrying a memory of us. The silence in the room was deafening, filled with echoes of promises we couldn't keep.

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'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.

Listen to me carefully. We got infected coming from the east side. Keep your voice down, stay close. Don't do anything stupid. You hear those clicks? We're gonna move real slow through here. Real slow.