Loneliness… I used to think it was just silence. But that day, it felt like a monster breathing behind my neck—loud, cold, and impossible to ignore.
My name is Ken. I was born on May 2, 2007. I'm just a quiet kid who only wanted a peaceful life. Nothing fancy. Nothing dramatic. But life… it doesn't care about dreams.
Anyway, let's go back to where it truly began.
May 2, 2019. My twelfth birthday. The day everything inside me started breaking.
I always liked psychology as a kid. Maybe because I wanted to understand why people acted the way they did… why they said things they didn't mean… why they smiled even when their eyes looked dead.
That birthday felt like every other year—heavy, cold, empty. My parents gave those fake smiles, the kind that look more painful than real. My siblings stared at me with the same old annoyance. They didn't even bother wishing me. Not one word. Not one small gift. Just silence.
Only my best friends remembered me.
At twelve, I was already seeing things clearly—things most adults pretend not to see. And somewhere in that mess, my social anxiety was born.
I tried staying home, but home felt like a warzone, so I forced myself to go out with my friends even when my chest felt tight. Every day, I started feeling less and less… like my emotions were fading out, turning into static.
Slowly, I became colder. More distant. I had many friends, yeah… but I cut off the toxic ones without hesitation. Ghosting people became my specialty. It made me feel safe, like I was finally in control.
For a while, I thought that coldness was strength.
But then karma showed up.
Everything I ran from came straight back to me. That same loneliness I used to hide behind? It wrapped around me like darkness. I reached out for help… but no one reached back.
And that's when I understood something terrifying:
Loneliness doesn't whisper.
It screams.
Loud enough to make a person think things they shouldn't.
And this… this was only the beginning. The world around me was about to get even darker.