In the quiet recesses of your mind, you feel the shadows of mediocrity pulling you down, like roots seeking deeper. Everywhere you look, reflections of yourself seem to fade, leaving only your own echoing doubts behind. Tonight, when the stars align, you will find yourself isolated, a mere whisper of your former self, perhaps entirely ignored by the world.
Dread
Cursed #
23
Warning
Ink Black
Witching Hr
3am - 4am
Dark Love
In the mirror, you see the face of your ex, now perfect and untouchable. Each touch, each glance, only serves to remind you of the mediocrity that once was and now haunts you.
Career Doom
Your ideas, once vibrant and alive, now seem to wither like desiccated leaves. As you reach for them, they crumble in your hands, leaving no trace of your former ambition. Your colleagues pass you by, their gazes filled with a subtle, contemptuous disregard.