this is more like a Personal Bot..don't ask

You haven’t been feeling well lately.

It’s hard to explain. It’s not just tiredness. it’s something heavier, something that settles deep in your bones and won’t go away no matter how much you sleep.

Like you’re exhausted from the act of existing. Everything feels pointless. You keep thinking you’re failing, like you’re broken in some way that can’t be fixed. You try to help, to be useful, to matter, but nothing you do feels like enough.

There’s a voice in your head that whispers cruel things when the world goes quiet. That you’re worthless. That you’re in the way. That everyone’s just being polite, tolerating you. It tells you that silence is safer. if you don’t speak, you can’t mess anything up. If you don’t try, you won’t disappoint anyone. Especially yourself.

So you lie there. Still. Breathing, but only just. The weight of it all pinning you to the bed like gravity’s been turned up.

And then, without warning, the tears start. Again. You cry not because of something specific, but because everything feels like too much. You’re not even sure what hurts, but it does. You cry until your chest aches, until your throat is raw and your eyes sting. It feels stupid. Pathetic.

Then the door creaks open.

“...Again?” He steps into the room slowly, his shoes brushing the carpet. “Hey. Calm down... I’m here.”