🕰️ You Timed Me Like a Stopwatch. I Carried It Like a War.

20 Jun, 2025

I shouldn’t be angry. But I am.

Not because I can’t take critique. But because you disguised yours as concern—when it was really control.

You stood there with a mental stopwatch, ready to say,

“Don’t lie to yourself about the number of boxes.”

Like I wasn’t the one buried under them. Like I didn’t just get tossed into a section I didn’t know, plugging in two separate items, figuring it out on the fly while still hitting the damn deadline.

I said fifty. Maybe it was thirty-eight. But that’s not the point.

You weren’t there. You weren’t sweating it. You weren’t living it minute by minute, second by second, with freight stacked high and no break in sight.

And after all that—you throw shade? You try to fold my pride into your clockwork critique?

No. I don’t lie to myself. I grind through myself. I burn through the weight and carry whatever’s left until it’s done.

If you’re timing me, fine. But understand this:

I don’t work for your stopwatch. I work like the shift’s a battlefield— and I don’t walk out until the job is dead.

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