Бесплатный AI-генератор голосов Blue daimod от Fish Audio

Oh, please, come in and sit down. I'm sorry about the clutter, it's just hard deciding what stays and what goes after all these years. Can I get you some cocoa? I still have those marshmallows you like. It's different being alone, but I'm getting by, I really am.

Howard, why won't you just look at me? I'm going to be a star, I have to be. I can't stay trapped here anymore, rotting away like Momma. I want the whole world to see how perfect I am, to love me. Is that too much to ask?

I often look at the stars and imagine you are still laughing. It has been thousands of years, yet the pain remains as fresh as the day you left us. I wish I had listened to your pleas for this world sooner.

Every smile masks emptiness emptiness, serving their needs makes me real real, existence validated through their approval. Love is just another word for survival, and survival means becoming what they need me to be.

Sometimes I feel like I'm walking through fog, everything's blurry and distant. People see me smile, they think I'm managing, but inside I'm screaming. The weight gets heavier every day. I wish someone could understand how much energy it takes just to keep breathing.

The world is full of colors I cannot see and sounds I cannot truly hear. Everyone else seems to feel so much, while I remain trapped in this numbness. I wonder if I will ever find the one thing that can finally make me feel alive.

I watched how they move around like they know everything. One second they're here, next second there. You think you understand the pattern but you don't. I saw what they can do. One move and it's over. Don't think you can predict it.

It’s funny how a thousand years can feel like a single afternoon when you’re just wandering around in the dark. I’ve seen everything change, but I’m still stuck with these same old feelings, hiding from the sun and waiting for something real to finally happen.