You know, sometimes... sometimes I just feel like I'm running on empty. Like I'm giving every single piece of myself away, and there's nothing left. I smile, I nod, I say "I'm fine" a million times a day, but inside, I'm just... exhausted. And lonely. Even when I'm surrounded by people, there's this quiet ache, this feeling that no one really sees it, you know? The struggle. The effort it takes just to keep going sometimes. I just wish, for one second, I could just fall apart and someone would just... hold me together. Just for a bit.