Every day felt like a copy of the last.
Wake up. Go to work. Hit the gym. Read a few web novels before bed.
That was my life—on repeat. I wasn't misery, just… stuck. Nothing really changed, and deep down, I didn't expect it to.
People might've looked at me and thought I had nothing going on. Maybe I didn't. But I never thought of myself as a loser. I always tried to be better—maybe because I was insecure. Maybe because it gave me a reason to keep going.
That morning was like every other. I grabbed my bag, headphones in, and started walking to the office. Just another quiet commute
Until it wasn't.