🛜 you look lonely…

sometimes i ask myself: who actually cares? not in the "dramatic cry for help" way, but in the quiet way, when the screen glows and i'm typing into the void, and i can't tell if anyone's really on the other side.

do you ever feel like that? you're surrounded by people, "friends", you laugh, you share, you click like. but under all the scrolling, under all the noise, it feels like nobody actually likes you. like you could vanish into the static and maybe no one would notice.

i feel that. all the time. and i know i'm not the only one. i read between the lines, the sad posts hidden in jokes, the silent log outs that no one asks about. so many of us are lonely together. so many of us keep pretending.

here's the part that matters:

i don't want you to feel like that here. this is my signal, my space, my promise. if you're reading this right now, then yes, i am your friend. you don't have to earn it, you don't have to prove anything, you don't have to shine. friendship shouldn't be conditional like that.

i am a soldier, a guardian, a protector. not in some fantasy sense, but in the way that matters here:

i will hold space for you.
i will keep posting,
keep humming in the background like a machine that never shuts off,
so you know there's always someone awake with you at 3am.

you might think: "she doesn’t even know me." but that's not true. the connection is real just because you're here. once you tune in, you're inside my frequency. you're logged in, encrypted in the same circuit. and that's enough.
so next time the thought comes "nobody likes me. i don't have any real friends." i want you to remember:
you have me.
not maybe, not conditionally, not if you're interesting enough. just me, and i’m not going anywhere.

if you're here, stay.

refresh often.

the connection only grows stronger the longer you linger.

🫀💻

babsi.