Forgettable as F*ck

There’s a silence that creeps in when you’re finally alone in your own head.

What do you fear more than death itself?

Do you fear being forgotten?

Do you fear never being truly loved?

Do you fear failure, irrelevance, not amounting to anything?

Or is it the quiet ache of realizing that no matter how much you achieve, it never feels like enough?

Do you fear being seen… and still being dismissed?

Because here’s the thing no one tells you:

We’re not afraid of endings. We’re afraid of being irrelevant while we’re still alive.

Of being overlooked, outgrown, unloved, unseen.

And the harder you run from it—the more it chases you.

That hollow feeling that shows up even after the win.

That ache behind the scroll.

That urge to prove something, fix something, earn something, just to feel okay for a little while.

Stare at the abyss. And let it stare back.