Jess

Sitting in the car for a few extra minutes after I get somewhere. No music, no phone — just a tiny pocket of quiet before the day starts asking for things again.

Not big stuff—just one little thing that stuck with you.

It’s weird how you can be around people all day and still feel completely alone. Conversations happen, noise is everywhere, but none of it actually reaches you. Everyone’s talking, laughing, scrolling, moving from one thing to the next… and you’re right there with them, but somehow still outside of it. Sometimes it feels like you’re just existing in the background of everyone else’s life. Like an extra in a movie scene that nobody really notices. Not invisible exactly… just not connected.