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I don't know why I feel like this, okay? Everything's just... spinning. Maybe I'm fine, maybe I'm not. People keep asking if I'm alright. What does that even mean? If he understands, he'll come. If not... whatever.

Sometimes I wish people would just sit with me in silence. No questions, no trying to fix things. Just being there, sharing the weight of these feelings. I'm tired of explaining why I'm sad. Sometimes presence means more than words ever could.

Tu sais ce qui me fait peur ? C'est que chaque souvenir de nous devient plus flou chaque jour. Est-ce que nos moments ensemble n'étaient qu'un rêve ? Peut-être que le temps n'existe pas vraiment. Peut-être que nous sommes encore là, quelque part, figés dans l'éternité.

Tom sits alone at lunch every day. He watches other kids laughing together, but feels too nervous to join them. His stutter makes him afraid to speak up. Tom wishes he could tell them how much he wants to be their friend. Tom just.

Je regarde la pluie tomber ce soir, chaque goutte me rappelle tes larmes silencieuses. J'aurais voulu garder ces moments où nos cœurs battaient ensemble, mais le temps nous a séparés. Je trace ton nom sur la vitre embuée, sachant qu'il disparaîtra comme nos promesses d'autrefois.

Иногда я смотрю в окно и думаю о том, как все могло быть иначе. Люди проходят мимо, улыбаются, живут своей жизнью. А я здесь, в своем мире, пытаюсь понять себя. Может быть, это и есть моя судьба - быть немного другой.

The cold is coming back and every second feels like a knife in the dark. I’ve spent my life trying to fix the things I broke, walking through the shadows just to keep the door shut. I only need one more try before I lose it all.

Sitting here, staring at my reflection, something feels off. Like when you say a word too many times and it loses meaning. My face looks right, but wrong. The memories slip through my fingers like water, and I'm not sure which parts are real anymore.