January 1st

How would you feel if you ended up spending your new year alone? What would you do?

Noise exists somewhere else. Here, there is only silence and the realization that being alone was never supposed to feel this heavy. Expectations fall apart quietly, replaced by the dull ache of waiting for something that never comes.

Laughter belongs to other places, other people. What remains is the sting of feeling forgotten, the weight of watching moments pass without meaning, and the exhaustion of pretending it doesn't hurt. The night stretches longer than it should, filled with thoughts that refuse to soften and memories that only deepen the ache.

Sometimes the worst kind of sadness isn't dramatic or loud-it's the one that arrives when nothing happens at all.