It’s taboo to admit you’re lonely.
You can joke about it, of course,
tell people you spend your days with Netflix, confess you haven’t left the house today, might not even go outside tomorrow.
But you rarely reveal the true depths— how each day you feel more alienated, more distant from friends, unsure how to bridge the growing chasm.
It seems everyone else is just better at living. A part of you knew this was coming, a childhood premonition that adult life
would be a struggle, that you’d slip through the cracks. And now, look at you—it’s happening.