I don’t even know how to put this into…
I don’t even know how to put this into words without feeling that lump in my throat again. I tuned into this radiocast hoping for something comforting, something human… but instead, it felt cold, careless, almost hollow. And maybe that wouldn’t have hit so hard if I wasn’t already dealing with loss.
My grandpa passed away recently, and radio was always our thing. We used to sit together, listening for hours — it was simple, but it meant everything. So when I pressed play on this, I guess I was chasing a feeling that mattered to me.
But this radiocast? It felt like the exact opposite of what I needed. The voices sounded detached, like they didn’t care about what they were saying. There was no warmth, no sincerity — just noise filling the silence. At a time when silence already feels unbearable, that kind of emptiness cuts deeper than I expected.
Maybe it’s just bad timing. Maybe I’m more sensitive than usual. But honestly, this didn’t just disappoint me — it made me feel even more alone. And that’s the last thing something like this should ever do.
6 janvier 2026
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