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八咫

八咫

Just because I don’t go to bed doesn’t mean I don’t sleepy.
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ゆい

ゆい

This coming February 2026 will likely never happen again in your lifetime. Because this coming February will have:
• 4 Sundays
• 4 Mondays
• 4 Tuesdays
• 4 Wednesdays
• 4 Thursdays
• 4 Fridays, and
• 4 Saturdays.

This only happens once every 823 years.
This is called MiracleIn.

So send it to at least 5 people or 5 groups and a miracle will happen to you within 4 days.
Based on unexplained biblical miracles.

Send it within 11 minutes of reading.

#MiracleIn
(after everywhere)

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Harth 🪷

Harth 🪷

The side of my chest really hurts because I keep sleeping in a yoga position.
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Ася

Ася


Long time no see~
A small life update: I’m now a penetration engineer, and honestly, I’m really happy about it.

Sometimes I catch myself thinking—I wish you could know the fuller version of me.

I wish you had known me at five.
Back then, I was pure sunshine. Loud joy, obvious eagerness to be seen. I greeted every neighbor with a sweet smile, volunteered to recite poems and dance during holidays without being asked.
Now, I need a long mental warm-up just to speak in public.

I wish you had known me at fourteen.
I was sharp-edged, almost feral. I argued with my math teacher over a solution, red-faced and stubborn, because I believed truth mattered more than keeping the peace.
Now, before I disagree, I take several careful turns in my head.

I wish you had known me at eighteen.
The girl who replayed the same song at midnight, filled notebooks with cryptic words, and believed—without needing reasons—in love. Her joy and sorrow were both dramatic, ceremonial.
Not like now, where I quietly organize my emotions and keep them neat.

It’s not that I dislike who I am today.
On the contrary, I really do like myself now.
But every once in a while—just once in a while—I miss those versions of me: the lively one, the sharp one, the melancholic one.

When I meet someone I truly click with, I can’t help thinking:
If only we had met earlier. Then we could have walked alongside each other for much longer.
You would’ve seen that the light in my eyes isn’t just politeness—it also carries something untamed.
You would know that my brightness doesn’t come only from experience, but from an unpolished sincerity.
You would understand how much past passion is hidden inside my gentleness.

And one more thing—I hate goodbyes.
I hate that everyone leaves carrying only a fragment of me.
It makes me feel like a book taken apart: one chapter with you, another with someone else, never whole.
I don’t want to be a book in pieces.

See? I’m greedy.
With new friends, I wish they could know me sooner.
With old friends, I wish they would never leave.

I know, though, that none of those versions of me ever disappeared.
They all live inside who I am now.
The courage of my five-year-old self still lets me meet the world with sincerity.
The sharpness of fourteen gives me boundaries beneath my softness.
The sensitivity of eighteen allows me to feel how complex—and fascinating—humans are.

Like rain from different seasons flowing into the same river:
the liveliness of early spring,
the intensity of midsummer,
the calm of late autumn—
all of it becomes the river in the end.

So I tell myself this:
Maybe new friends can glimpse my past through who I am now.
Maybe old friends can imagine my future through who I am now.
And the friends I’ve lost along the way—
perhaps they’re living happily in parallel timelines, carrying one version of me with them.
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Rena

Rena

I’ve got a fever and sick during this new year holiday season. And I knew every time one of my family members get a sick, spread a cold to the others. So I was worried about it and told them to take a medicine as soon as possible when you feel discomfort. But they didn’t, and even went to work, hung out, drank, and now they got sick too.
Now they blamed me a lot. It happens every time😭 I feel sorry for them, but it’s not only my fault… I guess.
My dad was annoying and showing it and everyone is feeling uncomfortable now including me.
And now I’m lying on my bed in my room, and heard they were talking on the first floor. My mum told dad that please do not do like that. But he said, “Rena got a part time job from early morning even it’s so cold, so she got a sick and she spread the cold like this. It’s annoying.”
But it’s not true! I got that part time job, but I’m sensitive to heat, so I was doing this job comfortably. Just this season was too busy to get enough rest for me. I'm reflecting on it. But they are all annoying now because of the sick which is because of me 😭😭😭😭 It’s too much for meeeee
So I felt like maybe they just want to find any reason that they are stressed to feel relieved. And all people don’t wanna to think that I’m the cause!
And I thought I’m also like the trash can

I’m overwhelmed still now😔
If I go to the first floor, they will start blaming me again, it’s very stressful 😭😭😭 I wanna escape from here…
I took insulin and came to my room, and they started this conversation so I can’t go down that floor but only there are foods or drinks😭 I’m getting low sugar glucose now😭😭 Why doesn’t my dad go to his room even though he isn’t feeling well😭😭😭
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