Sometimes , it feels like I’m just a tiny speck drifting through an enormous , indifferent world — a voice lost in the noise , a presence too small to leave a mark . The world keeps moving , fast and loud , full of people with grand purposes and loud stories , and I’m just . . . here . Existing . It’s like no matter what I do or say , nothing really changes . I watch others shine , stand out , get remembered , while I fade quietly into the background , wondering if my absence would even be noticed . And in those moments , it’s hard not to feel invisible — like I don’t really matter at all .

SRY FOR A USELESS VENT ! ! :<