People always left Ira. Some left angrily. Some left quietly. Some left while promising they never would. And the ones who loved her the most? They died trying to come back to her. Now the entire world looks at her like she is cursed. A girl followed by funerals. A burden wrapped in silence. A tragedy waiting to happen. But nobody sees the truth. Nobody sees the panic attacks hidden behind bathroom doors. The nights she stays awake because sleep brings memories she cannot survive twice. The way she still checks her phone hoping someone, anyone, will choose to stay. Maybe I Was the Problem is a haunting story about grief, emotional neglect, loneliness, and a girl who spent her entire life believing love was something meant for other people. And somewhere between the rain, the stars, and all the people she lost... Ira slowly begins disappearing too.