It’s not just that I don’t have a boyfriend. It’s that I can’t even have a normal conversation without feeling like I’m invisible. I don’t know what it is about how I look maybe it’s the way I carry myself, maybe it’s my blonde hair or how quiet I am but it’s like I’m a ghost to people. The worst part is how limited I feel in my day-to-day life. I watch people, attractive people, just existing and being effortlessly validated. They can walk into a coffee shop, strike up a conversation with a stranger, and everyone’s all smiles. They can joke around, get attention, and just... live. Like they're entitled to those simple moments, the ones that make you feel human. I can’t even go for a walk without feeling the eyes on me. People either avoid me or treat me like I’m a threat, just because I don't have that "certain look." I’ll walk down the street, trying to get some fresh air after a long shift, and I’ll see someone with their dog. They’ll smile, chat with a passerby, and everything just flows. If I try to say something, I can see the awkwardness in their eyes, the way they hurry past me like I’m going to hurt them, like I don’t deserve a moment of their time. It’s hard to explain, but it feels like I’m constantly being told I don’t have the right to exist. People look at me like I’m doing something wrong for just being there, for just wanting to connect. And don’t get me started on the attention people get based on looks. Guys who have done horrible things get flirted with, admired. Meanwhile, I’m here, struggling to even have a real conversation, just looking for someone who’ll treat me like I matter. No one should have to fight so hard for the simplest things just being seen, being heard, being real. I guess that’s what really hurts. I’m trying my best. I’m a decent person, I have a big heart. I care, I work hard, I enjoy the simple things, but it feels like no one ever notices. I feel like I’m stuck in this place where the world just doesn’t have room for me. And it's exhausting. I see people get validation for just being pretty or outgoing, and sometimes I wonder if life would be different if I had that. Would I be able to just walk into a room and have a place? Would I be able to be free—free to smile, free to talk, free to just... exist? Or am I doomed to keep fighting, just for the chance to feel like I belong? Some days, it really feels like I’m stuck in a hell on earth.