A letter from August 19th, 2024

People always say that they are there for you. They will always tell you that if you need someone to talk to, they're free, you can always run to them. But I think the most tragic thing about us humans is that we all want to be heard. We have many stories of our own that we want to tell, and most of the time it's hard for us to just listen to someone. But, hey, I could be wrong. I hope I am. I hope there's really someone who would gladly sit with me and let me speak my heart out, no matter how long it may take... no matter how messy and unorganized my words are.
I have always longed to be heard. Because as much as I don't want to admit it, I've always felt like no one is really willing to listen to me. I feel unseen, unnoticed... even from the people I call friends. That maybe even if I disappear just now, no one would be aware. How awful... Why do I feel this way? Is it wrong to feel this way? What can I do?
I hope you have the answer by now.