This entire grand world, without me

I think I'm fading.

I'm phasing out, I'm disappearing from everyone's lives.

Reminiscent of old times.

I think of all the people I had the chance to come across.

Do they ever think of me?

Those I was close with. My best friends, my worst enemies, do they ever think of me?

After I stopped attending my classes, did they just forget? Or did they worry about me?

I'm fading out of life.

Just how much time do I spend alone?

In this house?

Just how often do I really go out, not for walks, but out into the city?

When was the last time I hung out with a friend in person?

Was it really that long ago?

How much time do I spend sinking into the couch, absorbing the hot sunlight hitting my face?

How many times have I paced around wishing I wasn't on my computer so much?

And how have I only noticed this now?

My whole life, my whole world, my only reality, it's all just in a screen.

My whole world, my unfortunate life, and my unfortunate reality, it's closed in four walls.

Why didn't I care to notice this sooner?

It's been like this for so long. 

What, half a decade?

And I knew it. I knew, right? A part of me had to know.

Years went by, and I lost my sense of hope, reality, and time.

Now it's April 2025, and I haven't lived a life worth living at all.

Would the me of December 2019 even fathom such a thing?

I just didn't realize.

How it became my whole life.

Completely disconnected from the entire world.

And I guess I just feel so sad.