Normal day
I’m… never anyone’s first priority.
At least not by choice.
Only for as long as they’re responsible for me. After that—
I fade into the background like I was always meant to.
Ugh.
Why am I slipping back into self-pity again?
It’s useless. I know that.
It doesn’t fix anything, doesn’t change a single damn thing.
I should do something. Anything.
Distract myself.
Maybe read a manga.
Or a manhwa.
Manhua?
Yeah… I’m in the mood for something revenge-heavy.
Something where pain actually leads somewhere.
I put water on the stove.
Noodles sound right.
Spicy. Cheesy.
And a cold can of Coke—because that tiny fizz feels like comfort.
Evenings are strange when work ends early.
Too much time.
Too much space for thoughts to echo.
There’s anime sitting untouched on my wishlist.
So many episodes waiting.
I always wonder when I’ll finally finish them.
Or if they’ll just sit there forever—like a promise I keep postponing.
Nissin ramen it is. Extra spice.
I reach for cheese.
No cheese.
Of course.
The noodles are done.
Coke in hand.
I sit down, open the manhwa I picked earlier.
For a moment—just a moment—it’s nice.
Sometimes I think about reincarnation.
Starting over.
A new world. A new life.
But even that feels pointless.
What if it’s just the same loneliness in a different body?
And just like that, the day slips by.
Not terrible.
Not good.
Just… passing.
And tomorrow will probably feel the same.
