I’ve always been a man who lived behind closed doors — both literally and metaphorically. The kind of person who thrives in silence, or at least, pretends to. I convinced myself that solitude was freedom: no judgments, no stares, no awkward conversations where I stumbled over my words and tried to laugh at the right times. But that story was only half true. The other half was darker, restless, and unsettlingly alive. There was a hunger that never quieted — one not for love, but for attention. For visibility. Not in crowded rooms or heartfelt confessions, but in flickering screens and digital… Daha fazlasını okun