carrying dead weight
another teammate is leaving, and somehow i barely reacted. no panic, no anger. just this invisible pressure slowly building in my head while i pretend everything is fine. i don't know how much longer i can keep carrying things like this. the project might fail. i'll deal with it when it happens. quitting, though, hasn't crossed my mind.
the door is slightly open.
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