08/05/2025
I was halfway through folding laundry when I just… stopped. Like, I just stood there, holding this stupid t-shirt, and all of a sudden, I felt this wave of… emptiness? Loneliness? I don’t even know. It’s not like anything’s wrong. I have a job, a bed, a roof over my head. But I’m just… here. Existing. Floating through another forgettable Tuesday. Is this what it means to grow up? Just doing a bunch of boring stuff you don’t care about, hoping something exciting accidentally happens?
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