I had nothing… I’m still struggling.
So… I guess I’ll start with the basics. My name’s Oliviero, I’m 35, and yeah — I live alone in a tiny flat near Milan. Every damn day feels the same: wake up tired, drag my ass to the office, pretend to care about emails and spreadsheets, then come back home to four walls and silence.
No partner, no kids, barely any friends left. People drifted away over the years — or maybe I pushed them away, I don’t even know anymore. Now it’s just me and this weird emptiness that never really shuts up.
The truth? I feel fucking lost. Some mornings I just stare at the ceiling and ask myself what the hell the point is. And then I still shower, go to work, do the same routine, because what else am I gonna do?
Nights are the worst. It’s so damn quiet it feels loud. I sit there scrolling my phone, half-hoping someone texts me — they don’t. I put on music to trick myself into feeling less alone, but it barely helps.
I’m not looking for magic fixes. I just want to feel a bit less invisible, a little less empty — even a small kind word would mean a lot.