The Cost Of Survival
Yes, novels cost money, and yet the pages, filled with worlds unknown, call to me like old friends waiting to be rediscovered.
Yes, Red Bull might spike my heart, but there’s something about that brief rush that makes the world feel alive for a moment.
Yes, cigarettes when I'm too stressed or battling anxiety attacks feel like a fragile shield. The smoke swirls around me, and for a moment, I breathe easier, even though I know it's not the answer.
Yes, late night scrolling leaves my eyes heavy and tired, but in those quiet hours, I find a kind of peace in the chaos of thoughts.
Yes, chocolate may leave stains in my skin , yet in its sweetness, I find comfort.
Yes, coffee races my pulse and makes my hands shake, but in the warmth of the cup, I feel a connection to all the dreams yet to be chased.
Yes, staying up until dawn leaves me tangled in exhaustion, but in those quiet hours, when the world sleeps and I’m alone with my thoughts, there’s a certain magic to the stillness.
Yes, spending hours hunched over a screen has made my neck ache and my back cry for relief, but the connections I’ve built, the knowledge I’ve gained, all come from the very thing that strains me.
Yes, saving money might be wise, but spending it on life's beauty feels like buying a moment in time, a moment I want to hold onto.
But despite all of this..
The cost,
The consequences,
The exhaustion,
I’ve decided to live life anyway. Because sometimes, it's the little imperfections, the indulgences, the contradictions, that make life worth living.

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