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Rain lashed against my bedroom window like thrown pebbles, each droplet echoing the restless drumming in my chest. Three seventeen AM glared from my phone, another night where sleep felt like a myth whispered by better-adjusted humans. My thumb scrolled through a graveyard of forgotten apps – fitness trackers mocking my inertia, meditation guides I’d silenced after five seconds of saccharine guidance. Then, tucked between a coupon app and a forgotten weather widget, it glowed: a jagged pixel swo

It was one of those nights where the silence was louder than any sound, the kind that wraps around you like a wet blanket, suffocating and heavy. I had been scrolling mindlessly through my phone, a habit I’d picked up to numb the ache of loneliness that had become my constant companion. My thumb moved mechanically, swiping past social media feeds filled with curated happiness, each post a stark reminder of what I lacked. Then, by chance or fate, my finger stumbled upon an icon I’d downloaded wee

It was a Tuesday evening, the kind where the sun dips low and casts long shadows across the asphalt, and I was trapped in that peculiar form of urban meditation known as a traffic jam. My fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel, the air conditioner humming a futile battle against the creeping heat. Then I saw it—a sedan, bold as brass, swerving into the bus lane, its driver oblivious to the line of us law-abiding fools. A hot spike of anger shot through me. This wasn't the