Mask on, coffee in hand, stories untold.
I don’t write for claps—I write to breathe.
> So here’s the thing... Ever feel like life is just like cellphone signal in a basement? Technically there, but completely useless.
By NightMonkey8 months ago in Confessions
Early morning. Alarm screaming like a demon having a breakdown—and yet, I don’t wake up. I don’t get it. The same alarm can yank me out of bed on Sundays, but on Mondays? My brain auto-switches to “ignore everything” mode.
> It was just me and my coffee. Midnight, the kind of silence that isn’t quiet—it hums in your chest. The kind of silence where your own thoughts echo like they're shouting in an empty room.
