i want to be different, but not too different. ordinary enough to fit in, unique enough to feel like myself. somewhere between wanting to be understood and quietly hiding the parts of me that make me who i am. maybe i'm not afraid of being ordinary. maybe i'm just afraid of being forgettable.
recently, even the smallest things have started bothering me. a late reply. a slightly different tone. a conversation that suddenly feels exhausting.
i want people close, but somehow i keep pushing them away.
idk if it's burnout, overthinking, or just my brain running out of patience. maybe i'm not losing interest in people. maybe i'm just tired.
third gearbox design. 3am bedtime. another train ride to class.
sometimes i wonder if there’s just too much to learn and not enough time to figure it all out. or maybe my brain just makes everything a little harder than it needs to be.
i love learning.
i just wish i had more time to actually enjoy it.