You wake up. Everything feels… small.
You look around — and suddenly realize you're not alone. Your thoughts are here. They have shapes now. They move. They follow you. Every conversation you've ever had replays again… and again… and again… getting heavier each time.
You try to escape. But your fingers start moving on their own. Time disappears. Your brain slowly turns into a loading icon. You whisper: "I'll stop after this…" But you don't.
Then comes the guilt. The delay. The promises you never keep. Deadlines become monsters… and motivation melts before it even begins.
Silence. You walk in circles. Again. And again. You meet different versions of yourself. All asking the same question: "What am I doing with my life?"
And just when it gets too heavy… you find something soft. Something cute. Something broken. Everything looks adorable. But inside? Chaos.
"I'm fine :)"