The Alchemist's Mistake In A Coast

oh god, i tried that workshop last week, thought it’d be simple, but i just panicked. my hands feel so messy, like trying to assemble bricks blindfolded. the noise buzzed overhead, people crowd around like ants, i forgot my keys, ended up stuck in a dead-end service. it reminded me how fragile things are when i lose touch with basic stuff. that spooky feeling like a broken clock ticking backwards, making me question if i even want this place at all. then there was the sudden silence, cold air biting back, and suddenly i’m just sitting there, coffee cold, watching shadows dance on the wall, feeling small. this wasn’t fun, not really. it left me scattered, reeling, with questions i can’t quite put down. even the quiet parts felt like they were screaming under my skin. i wonder if i learned something useful, or if i just carried all that panic away somehow. it made me rethink my approach to all my little experiments, big or small.

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