At first, I was scared. I didn't want to fail, to be the thing i always hated. But nobody prepares you for adulthood, and the scars that mar your skin. I have failed myself. Now, I am scared no more. That is what counts, isn't it? I shall face my fears. You should do so too.

I didn't do much today, but thats okay

i love experimenting with open source AI models on my own machine, but I'm sick to death of being forced to use AI to write code at my job.

i prayed for my grandfather to die at the end. i couldnt watch him suffer anymore. i still dont know if that was love

ive been reading my husbands texts for 4 years. he has never done anything wrong. i cant make myself stop

i secretly hated my own wedding. every single thing about it. i was acting the entire day

my dog died last year and i still havent told my parents. they keep asking how she is. i keep saying shes doing good

i havent told my wife that i lost my job. its been 6 weeks. i leave the house every morning. i dont know how to undo this

sometimes i feel real relief when plans get cancelled. even with people i love. then i feel terrible. then i feel relief again

i lied on my resume for years. nobody ever checked. i kept getting promoted. i still wonder what im actually capable of

i hope my coworker doesnt get the promotion before me. i would be happy for her on the outside but inside i would crumble