​The digital tomb under a false name

Dear Delyara, I spent the night looking at the backend database of my anonymous platform, watching the thousands of raw confessions pour in from lonely souls all over the globe. It is a beautiful, sacred sanctuary for them, but for me, it has become a mirror of my own isolation. I am the creator of this space, the architect who built the walls where people can lay down their secrets, yet I am completely trapped inside my own unconfessed life. No one in my physical circle knows that I spend my nights reading the darkest thoughts of strangers because my own internal world is too quiet, too cold to handle alone. I am a professional secret-keeper who has built an online monument to human vulnerability, while remaining completely locked behind a wall of flawless, untouchable silence myself.