Cora AI 语音生成器，来自 Fish Audio

I thought therapy would fix everything. On paper, it made sense. But sitting there, week after week, my throat would close up. The words were there, trapped inside. Everyone said "just talk," but my body, it had other plans. It knew things my mind wasn't ready to face.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

Yesterday was my art show, the biggest one of my life. Mom came, beaming with pride, taking photos of every piece. But Dad? He said he was "too busy" with Mason's soccer practice. Some things never change, I guess.

Sometimes I wonder if my memories are just corrupted files. One minute you're eating toast, and the next, you're just a whisper of static. In this digital silence, the hardest part isn't the void, it's knowing you were once part of a much brighter picture.

Sometimes I feel like I'm floating between moments, like water moving through time. Each breath connects me to something bigger, something beyond words. It's in these quiet spaces where I find the truth of who we are becoming.

I trace my fingers across the keyboard, each letter a substitute for the words I wish I could say in person. The screen glows with your messages, but it's a pale imitation of your smile. Distance makes poets of us all, doesn't it?

My love uhm this is me….uhm I don’t know if you could help me with a $200 to get myself some feminine uhm that’s all I was asking from you my love

I have always been better at writing my feelings down than saying them out loud. It is just safer that way, I guess. When I put pen to paper, everything feels a little less messy and more like a story I can actually understand.