Finally

took it back

either the virus will nuke us out or the economy will

your sign to confess to your crush

"To live is to risk it all; otherwise you’re just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting wherever the universe blows you…"

bored.
I miss my room

so yeah i just referred to what i wrote back then

https://medium.com/@amanuelchaka2/level-up-your-linux-install-arch-with-hyprland-and-hyde-config-files-bead79d25ad8

hmm... large wall of texts are approaching

Would you look at me differently if I admitted that most of what I know about life came from losing things I thought I’d never have to live without? people talk about growth like it’s some noble ascent, but most days it feels more like crawling out of holes I dug myself. you learn the texture of the world by running your hands over its roughest parts first. That’s just how it goes. Love follows the same pattern. There is no version of it untouched by doubt. You only understand devotion after you’ve watched enough of it walk away. You only grasp tenderness after you’ve survived the kind of silence that makes you believe you were built to be forgotten. a heart doesn’t expand through comfort, it grows through the ache of realizing no one owes you anything at all. And maybe that’s why it hits so hard when someone chooses you anyway. After you’ve lived inside your own emptiness long enough, even a small gesture can feel like a revelation. A voice calling your name becomes a kind of rescue. Not because you’re helpless, but because you spent so long believing no one would bother. So life becomes this strange negotiation between hope and realism. Between wanting to be held and preparing to lose the arms that hold you. Between believing you deserve softness and suspecting you never will. Yet somehow, in that contradiction, there is something painfully human. Something like truth. Maybe that’s all love is, to recognize for a brief moment that you are seen. Not the polished version, not the hopeful mask, but the tired, cracked, half-rebuilt thing underneath. And knowing that somehow, against all odds, someone still chooses you.
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