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8/3/2025, 2:03:33 PM
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Got a job working at a call center. You know, the kind where you’re just a voice on the other end of a phone, talking to people who don’t care about you, and you don’t care about them. I don’t even know why I bother showing up anymore. I’m literally just punching in to waste my life away. They pay me just enough to keep the lights on, but don’t expect me to have a life. “Just keep your head down and do your work,” they tell me, but the second I take a breath, they’ve already got someone else lined up to take my place if I fall behind.
Meanwhile, Pan Piano is out there, playing anime songs on her piano while her bank account explodes. She doesn’t even do anything. She just sits there, wearing a cosplay and pressing a few keys, and suddenly she’s got a mansion, a husband, kids, and a life I can only dream of. And she doesn’t even have to work. Her whole life is just one big sponsored ad. Me? I’m stuck here, day in and day out, with my back aching, my brain fried, and the same crushing emptiness in my chest.
I could work harder. I could try to get ahead. But what’s the point? This system isn’t built for me to win. It’s built for people like her. You know, people who get to live the dream without even trying. The rest of us? We get jobs that slowly suck the soul out of us until we’re just another cog in the machine. And at the end of the day, all I have to show for it is a bank account that’s never quite enough, a body that feels like it’s falling apart, and a pile of regret that gets bigger every time I wake up and do it all over again.
Got a job working at a call center. You know, the kind where you’re just a voice on the other end of a phone, talking to people who don’t care about you, and you don’t care about them. I don’t even know why I bother showing up anymore. I’m literally just punching in to waste my life away. They pay me just enough to keep the lights on, but don’t expect me to have a life. “Just keep your head down and do your work,” they tell me, but the second I take a breath, they’ve already got someone else lined up to take my place if I fall behind.
Meanwhile, Pan Piano is out there, playing anime songs on her piano while her bank account explodes. She doesn’t even do anything. She just sits there, wearing a cosplay and pressing a few keys, and suddenly she’s got a mansion, a husband, kids, and a life I can only dream of. And she doesn’t even have to work. Her whole life is just one big sponsored ad. Me? I’m stuck here, day in and day out, with my back aching, my brain fried, and the same crushing emptiness in my chest.
I could work harder. I could try to get ahead. But what’s the point? This system isn’t built for me to win. It’s built for people like her. You know, people who get to live the dream without even trying. The rest of us? We get jobs that slowly suck the soul out of us until we’re just another cog in the machine. And at the end of the day, all I have to show for it is a bank account that’s never quite enough, a body that feels like it’s falling apart, and a pile of regret that gets bigger every time I wake up and do it all over again.
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