You ever sit there, staring at the same damn project for hours, and realize… yeah, it’s over? Like, you can feel it dying right in front of you, but you still keep poking it with your keyboard like it’s gonna suddenly wake up and start working again. Spoiler alert: it won’t.

I started out all full of ideas, you know? “This one’s gonna be different,” I told myself. “This time I’m gonna finish something.” Yeah, right. Now it’s just me, an empty coffee mug, and a bunch of corrupted files laughing at me like ghosts of my own bad decisions.

Every time I try to fix one thing, two more break. It’s like coding in hell, except at least in hell you get some company. Here? Just me and my thoughts — which, by the way, are real motivational. “You’re trash, Harry. You should’ve gone into marketing.”

So you know what? F*** it. I’m done. Let it crash. Let it burn. I’m not a quitter — I’m an underappreciated realist. The universe doesn’t want this thing to exist, and I respect that. Sometimes you gotta know when to walk away and pour yourself another drink.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll start something new. Maybe I’ll even finish it.
But probably not.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go stare at the ceiling and think about my life choices.