u/GoofCob

I don’t know what feels like home. What I’m meant to do. What even makes me happy.

I’ve spent so long trying to be enough for someone, for anyone that I forgot how to exist without waiting to be wanted.

So I keep searching. For connection. For meaning. For something that makes me feel like I matter. Even in the wrong places. Even when it leaves me emptier.

Loneliness makes me reach for my phone before I reach for anyone. I scroll. I refresh. I wait for a message, a like, a reply. Anything to prove I still exist in someone else’s world.

But when the screen goes dark, it’s just me again facing the silence I never learned how to sit with.