A letter from Jul 30, 2023

I don't feel seen. No, I don't like to be seen in that way. It's not the physical looks and name that I'm worried about. I feel like no one understands. I'm waking up every day and keep on doing the same thing. The cycle continuously repeats, and no one is willing to escape the pattern. The noise of this world is getting louder and louder. I just can't keep both of my hands over my ears forever.