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My liver’s perfect. My kidneys are divine. My glucose is… a little dramatic. We’re waiting on more tests. And I’m being very brave about it.

Sometimes I fantasize about disappearing.

Not dying.

Just logging off.

Getting a job no one cares about.

Growing tomatoes.

Writing poems in the margins of a notebook no one reads.

Not as a failure.

But as a kind of freedom.

sometimes i wonder how many versions of myself i’ve outgrown without even noticing. i look back at old photos and remember the thoughts i used to carry, the dreams i thought would save me. it’s strange how you can live inside yourself every day and still not realize you’re evolving. it’s only when you look back that you realize how far you’ve come, how many lives you’ve already lived in the same skin.

When You're Bored, You're Being Shaped.

Boredom isn’t the absence of stimulation. It’s a test. Of what you reach for. Of what you default to.

Do you grab your phone? Or a pen? Do you scroll? Or sit with your thoughts? Do you numb? Or build?

Because what you do when you're bored becomes who you are when you're not.

Boredom is a doorway. To creativity. To clarity. To the things you keep avoiding.

Stop escaping it.