The Story of My Life

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Work Nights

Staying up all night
Buried into computer work during office hours, losing sleep—it feels endless.
The hours slip away as I click and type
Each day blending into the next like a split

Tell me about it...
Why does it have to be this way?
Why can't things be a little less tough or just a bit smoother?

It's never completely smooth..
When the difficult moments hit hard.

It's been a long day.
A hard day of working without a moment to pause
Without even a sip of water to keep me going. After those endless night shifts
The pressure keeps building, pulling me deeper into the grind.
But.. I can't let up; I have to concentrate, stay focused—like..
I'm fighting a demon inside me that never wants to give in.

I opened the door as I stepped out of the shower,
Steam filling the room
The heat clinging to my skin.
As I run a towel through my wet hair
I can't help but think: another day, another battle.
I need to stay refreshed, like resetting after a long night of war against the clock.

It's a lot like starting a school project
Where time is running out and everything needs to be done fast.
In my mind, Kaiba is the strict teacher,
eyes on me, expecting nothing but perfection.
And me? I'm the slow student, stumbling through it all, trying to catch up.
But of course, we're not talking about school anymore—
I'm just me, navigating through this never-ending cycle.
No one to impress but myself, but that's always the hardest part, isn't it?

No harm in being yourself, right?
No harm at all... unless you start doubting who that self even is.
You either hate who you are, or you keep it all bottled up inside, pretending everything's fine.
Me? I'm just exhausted.
The weight of it all is pressing down, and the only way through is to work harder.
If I don't, how can I ever prove I'm strong enough?
How can I prove I can push through, put in the work, and pull myself up?
There's no room for weakness in this world.

I've had to pull another all-nighter.
It's tough, but the work itself isn't overly complicated.
The truth is, I can pull off these late-night marathons because I'm not one to sleep unless I'm truly exhausted.
Or... when I'm lost in work—important work.
Something about being busy keeps me going, like I'm fueled by the process itself.
The exhaustion doesn't hit as long as I'm focused.

Luckily, I've always been able to handle tech and marketing like second nature.
Halfway through the night, I'm already well into my workload, chipping away at tasks, processing files, and keeping everything on track.
My papers? Neat and organized. Files?
All uploaded, saved, and backed up.
When you're working at a place like Kaibacorp, things need to run smoothly.
Their systems demand precision, their paperwork needs to be flawless.
One mistake, and everything unravels.
It's a different world—one where you don't get a second chance.

When the last task is done, I can finally rest. The idea of sinking into my bed—into that soft, cozy pillow—becomes the light at the end of the tunnel.
A drink of water, a few deep breaths, and then the sweet relief of sleep.
For now, I can rest assured that the work is done, that I've made it through another night.

But here's the thing about work: it doesn't get complicated until you let it.
As long as you stay in control, things move at your pace.
But once you slip, once something gets out of hand, it starts to pile up, and suddenly, everything feels like it's working against you. There's always more to do with computers, more to handle, more to file away.
And when you're working with Kaibacorp's systems, it's a whole different kind of pressure.
There's a suspension of normalcy—everything is streamlined, everything has its place.
If something goes wrong, it's not just a simple error—
It's a ripple effect that stretches far beyond what you see.

So, I keep my focus.
Save the files.
Upload them onto the right systems.
Keep everything flowing.
Because once that's done, once the paperwork all organized and filed..
I can finally breathe.
And maybe tomorrow will be a little easier.

Maybe... it would be easy, as promised.

Leaning my sore back against the plush pillows
I sank into the softness, feeling like I was floating on clouds.
Each pillow was like a tower of fluff, cradling me as I surrendered to the exhaustion that weighed down my limbs.
It was a sweet relief, the kind that made the world outside fade away
Where nothing mattered except the comfort enveloping me.

In moments like these, I could easily sleep all day—no deadlines, no pressures, just the gentle embrace of rest.
I imagined nothing could wake me from this serene cocoon
The intensity of my fatigue pressing in, lulling me deeper into relaxation.

My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where my cat and dog lay peacefully in their little beds.
They looked so serene, their rhythmic breathing a soothing lullaby that echoed in the stillness.
My cat, a fluffy ball of fur, was curled up tightly, her whiskers twitching ever so slightly as she dreamed.
Meanwhile, my dog sprawled out,
legs stretched and paws in the air, a picture of blissful comfort.

In this moment, surrounded by the softness of my bed and the warmth of my pets,
I felt a sense of peace wash over me.
The chaos of the outside world faded, replaced by the simple joys of companionship and rest.
It was a reminder that, despite the exhaustion and challenges of working at KaibaCorp, moments like this were precious.
They grounded me, reminding me why..
I pushed through the long nights and demanding tasks—to come home to this tranquility..
Where I could find solace in the presence of those I loved.

These experiences could lead to a place where I can truly feel at home—
A place that embodies the essence of what a home should be

A place that can adapt to anything
Where anyone can truly be themselves—like me..
Someone who has been searching for comfort. A home where I can feel connected
No matter where I am..
Close to the essences of home.
A place I can call my sweet home, a dream that feels just right—
This dream has finally come true