some nights i just want to tell someone that the moon looked really pretty or that i made it through the whole day without crying. but there’s no one to tell. so i whisper it into the silence, like maybe the walls have ears and maybe they care. i feel so lonely in the kind of way that makes songs sound deeper and laughter feel a little too far away. i eat dinner with my phone beside me just in case someone texts — they don’t. i take selfies i don’t send, i write messages then delete them because what would i even say? i want someone to sit next to me and not need to speak. someone to look at me like i’m not invisible. someone to know i’m trying, even when i say “i’m fine.” and i know it’s not the end of the world to be alone — but sometimes it feels like the end of mine.