"Lost in the Noise "
“A Place Where Only I Exist” Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m carrying too much. The weight of unspoken thoughts, unanswered questions, and emotions I don’t even know how to explain—it all keeps piling up. Writing and music were once my escape. They were the only spaces where I felt truly alive, where I could pour out my soul without fear of being judged. But now, even those things that once saved me feel like they’re swallowing me whole. I’m not sure if I’m losing myself or if I’ve already lost parts of me somewhere along the way. People look at me and think I’m okay. They see me smile, they see the work I do, and they assume everything’s fine. But inside, I’m just tired—tired of pretending, tired of being strong, tired of always holding it together when I feel like falling apart. I’ve reached a point where I don’t want to explain myself anymore. It’s exhausting when your silence is mistaken for peace, and your passion becomes your pressure. Sometimes, I just want to disap...
