16/08/2026
I think I’ve spent too much time trying to fix things that were never really in my hands.
People. Money. Plans. Myself.
Some days I wake up with a hundred things I need to figure out, and somehow by the end of the day I’m still standing in the same place, just more tired.
It’s strange how life can look completely normal from the outside.
You can reply to messages.
You can laugh.
You can go to work.
You can take pictures of beautiful things.
And still feel like something inside you is slowly becoming quiet.
I don’t know what happens next.
Maybe that’s the part I’m supposed to learn.
Not everything needs an answer tonight.
