PLEASE

Most days start with a kind of quiet heaviness that’s hard to explain, the sort where you wake up already tired, already aware that you’re going to move through the world mostly unnoticed, carrying thoughts and feelings that don’t really have anywhere to land. It’s not dramatic enough to feel like a crisis and not small enough to ignore, just this steady loneliness that follows you around, especially late at night when the distractions stop working and you realise you don’t really have anyone to message just because you want to be heard.

Please I am genuinely begging across the internet for friends because being lonely is exhausting and shouting into the void has started to echo back at me, and on top of that I am gay in Ireland, which is better than it used to be but still comes with its own quiet weight of side-eye, small-town whispers, awkward family silences, and the constant mental math of when it’s safe to be yourself and when it’s easier to stay quiet, and it gets really tiring carrying all of that mostly on your own. I promise I am not asking for much: just someone to talk to, to laugh with, to swap dumb memes and serious thoughts, someone who understands what it’s like to feel a bit out of place even in rooms you’re “allowed” to be in. I will be the kind of friend who listens to your rants, celebrates your tiny wins, checks in when you go quiet, and cares deeply even if I pretend not to. I’m funny in a slightly unhinged way, emotionally available to a fault, and very good at turning shared loneliness into something warmer and less heavy. So if you’re scrolling and you also feel a bit isolated, a bit misunderstood, or just in need of a real human connection, please take a chance on me — I’m just trying to find people who make existing feel less like surviving and more like actually living.