You are real. You matter. And you don’t have to keep staring back into the void.
Stay awake, friends.
You know the one. It’s not anger. It’s not sadness. It’s absence . You could be pouring your heart out—crying, screaming, begging to be seen—and they just look through you like you’re a smudge on a window. Their eyes are open, sure. But there’s no one home. No flicker of recognition. No curiosity. No love. Just… stillness. Like a doll’s eyes. r/deadeyes