POV: The Main Character Is Glitching But Not Deleted
Hi. I’m 27. On paper, I’m supposed to be “settled.” Postgrad degree in a STEM field. Smart. Capable. Productive member of society. In reality? I live mostly inside one room. No job right now. No social life. No dramatic glow-up arc. Just me, my thoughts, and a phone screen lighting up at 2 a.m. From the outside, it probably looks like I’m doing nothing. But inside my head? It’s a whole season of internal chaos. There were years in my childhood that changed my wiring. Things happened that shouldn’t happen to a kid. I carried it silently for a long time. Three years ago, I decided I was done staying quiet. I thought telling the truth would feel powerful. Instead, everything got heavier. Not because I regret it. I don’t. But because once you say something real out loud, you can’t pretend it didn’t shape you. Since then, something in me has been… buffering. Like my life hit a loading screen and never fully loaded. I finished my degree. I did the hard academic stuff. The late nights. The co...