Conclusion

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not the one.

Not for you.

Not for anyone, really.

What brought me here?

It’s not a single moment, but the way I move through life—

drifting through an empty cosmos,

not with purpose, not with joy,

but with raw, untamed emotion.

You want thrill.

You want wonder.

Adventure that makes your heart race and your eyes light up.

But the way I speak—

the way I monologue my life like I’m narrating a tragedy—

makes it clear:

I don’t belong in that world.

At least… not anymore.

I’m stuck.

Stuck in this looping path,

this quiet dilemma,

this delusional home I’ve built inside my head.

And it’s broken.

But I keep it broken.

Because through the cracks,

the words pour out.

It’s the only way I know how to turn my wrongs into something that makes sense.