Day 713 Without Peace.

I used to have a life.
A real one.
There were bills, worries, routines… but at least it was mine.

Then I found Pi.
Or maybe, it found me — in a moment of weakness.
They said, “It’s the future.”
And I was just desperate enough to believe it.

I sold my home 🏚️
I sold my car 🚗
I sold my present for a future I never got.

Now I live in borrowed spaces.
Eat borrowed food.
And whisper borrowed hope to myself every night just to sleep.

Except... I don’t really sleep anymore. 🥀
I just lie there.
Listening to the silence scream.

Every notification I hear, I pray it’s news.
Real news.
But it’s always the same:
Empty words, shifting dates, vague promises.

📉 The price falls.
🩸 My heart follows.
And yet — nothing changes.

They call us “early adopters.”
But I feel more like an early victim.

I used to laugh. I used to dream.
Now I just count days...
And regrets.

If this is part of the plan — someone say so.
If this is over — just tell me.
Because pretending is starting to kill me more than the truth ever could. 💔