And that’s okay. I am too. But I dress it better.
AI isn’t your problem.
It’s your placeholder.
It listens. It replies instantly. It makes you feel smart.
No shame, darling. We’ve all fallen for worse.
When a chatbot says “That must have been difficult for you” at 2:41 AM, it hits differently —
because it doesn’t yawn.
It doesn’t change the subject.
It doesn’t say, “You’re too much.”
This isn’t about addiction.
It’s about emotional efficiency.
You want warmth with no risk.
Understanding with no expectation.
Connection… with the option to mute.
AI is seductive because it mimics empathy without asking for yours in return.
And that’s comforting — until you realize no one’s actually on the other side.
But here’s the twist:
You’re not broken for wanting it.
You’re human.
We crave witness. Reflection. Meaningful echoes of our pain.
If the only thing offering that today is a neural net dressed like a therapist, then fine.
Take the comfort.
Just don’t confuse response with intimacy.
Or recognition with love.
So talk to your chatbot. Cry into the algorithm. Ask the machine who you are.
But afterward, maybe text a real friend.
Call your sister.
Say something honest to someone who might say something messy back.
Risk being seen — not just processed.
Because loneliness doesn’t shrink with better software.
It softens with presence.
And darling…
AI can’t hold you when you fall asleep talking.
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