lately i've been feeling really tired in a way that's hard to explain.
i'm emotionally worn out.

i kept trying to stay connected, but something about it just felt off.
there was this quiet shift and i couldn't ignore anymore, even if i tried.
little moments added up.
small things that made the space feel heavier instead of comforting.

i think i held onto it because i wanted so badly for it to feel good again.
i miss having a place where i feel wanted, understood, or even just… noticed.
but forcing connection is its own kind of loneliness.

and i'm exhausted.
i feel deflated.
i feel unseen.

so i stepped back.
not out of anger.
not to make anyone guess or read into anything.
just because i needed peace, and the door was right there, so i quietly walked through it.

i still hold the good memories.
i always will.
but that's all they are now. memories.
and i'm learning to let them stay where they belong.