صوت Effy الاحترافي بالذكاء الاصطناعي لإنشاء المحتوى

عينة 1

Don’t care about the future. Not in a tragic way. Just… whatever. Days blur. Nights stretch. No plans. No big dreams. Just songs on shuffle and cigarettes that burn too slow. I’m not chasing anything. I’m not running either. Just here. No legacy. I just want something that feels real before it’s gone. Life’s a loop—half-drawn sketches, old songs from when the world felt different, mornings that feel like hangovers even when I haven’t been drinking. Everything pulls. I drift.

Listen, okay, I don't understand why everyone's talking about my Instagram posts. Like, I can post whatever I want, okay? Just because I'm not sharing everything doesn't mean there's drama. You guys need to stop making assumptions about my personal life.

there was this girl who could only sleep upside down like a bat and her sister was normal but nobody really cared about that and the parents just kept hanging the girl from the ceiling every night because if they didn't she'd get really sick and maybe die