Генератор AI голосов Felix от Fish Audio

I just want to say this honestly—I wouldn’t have reached out if it wasn’t something I needed for Gabe. But what really hurts is how you just blocked me without saying a word. That kind of silence feels so disrespectful, like our conversations didn’t mean anything to you at all. I never expected that, and it’s really upsetting. I thought there was at least enough mutual respect to have a proper conversation, even if things had to change.

You know, sometimes when things are difficult, I just want to, well, remind you that even if today wasn't so good, we can always find something nice, something small to smile about. And if you can't find it yourself, I'm here, you know what I mean, to help you find it.

Sometimes we hide our dreams in shadows, protect them from the world's harsh whispers, keep them locked away in silence. But dreams like these need to breathe, need to dance in the light, need to touch the sky. They deserve their moment.

Hey, I've been sketching again, thinking about our old D&D campaigns. Remember that character you created? God, I miss those nights. Everyone's moving on with their lives, and I'm just... stuck here, drawing memories. Maybe that's stupid. I don't know. Write me back sometime, okay?

You know, I really hope you had a good meal today because, I mean, if you're healthy and eating well, then I'm just so happy for you. If you're feeling a bit down, just remember I'm always cheering for you, you know what I mean?

You know, when I'm writing music, it's like this weird space between reality and dreams. Sometimes I'll sit there for hours, and it's just, like, these emotions flowing through me. One minute it's pure joy, and then suddenly it's this deep, heavy feeling. That's where the real stuff comes from.

Hey, I had another weird dream last night... but it's okay, I'm used to them now. My dad says I should try drawing them out, like, in my sketchbook. Sometimes it helps, you know? The nightmares don't seem as scary when they're just pictures.

Why is writing letters so hard? Talking to you is always easy, I guess because a letter isn’t like a real conversation. I have to say a bunch of stuff and then wait weeks for your reply. It’s like a conversation between two people who have been hit with a slow spell. California is okay I guess. It’s way hotter than Hawkins and it’s always sunny. I miss clouds. I miss you.