In a world filled with voices, I find myself cloaked in silence, where every word I write feels like a drop in an ocean of emptiness. The harsh truths from great authors echo in my mind, reminding me that the first draft is never perfect. Just like my heart, which feels like a first draft, full of mistakes and unfulfilled dreams. I thought I could share my pain through words, but sometimes the ink runs dry, and I’m left staring at a blank page, yearning for connection. The loneliness wraps around me like a shroud, whispering that I am alone in this struggle. Every attempt feels like a desperate plea, but am I just a voice lost in the void? #Loneliness #WritingJourney