Author: Elias Monroe

Date: April 26, 2025

I wish things were different. I really do. No matter what I try, happiness always feels like something just out of reach — like a joke I’m not in on.

There was a time I thought I had it. I was in a relationship for a while, and for once, I actually felt seen and loved. I let my guard down. I let myself believe it could last. But when it ended, it crashed and burned so badly, and the worst part is — I was the only one who walked away hurt. It felt like they just moved on without a scratch, while I’m still here, trying to glue the pieces back together.

Since then, even making friends feels impossible. I’m tired of being alone, but somehow loneliness sticks to me like a second skin. No matter what I do, it never really changes anything. And when people do come around, it feels like they only see what they can get from me — mostly my money. It’s like that’s the only thing about me that holds any value.

I don’t know if I’ll ever find someone who just… genuinely likes me. Not for what I can give, not for what I can do, but just for being me. Right now, it feels like that kind of connection is something reserved for other people, not me.