chicharron.reni :
I am Y/N, and every morning I wake up thirsty, counting drops like seconds. Water scarcity shapes my days, not as a statistic but as a tight knot in my chest. I ration sips, arguing with myself between hope and fear. Showers become memories; dishes pile up, dusty and guilty. At work, my mouth feels dry, my patience thinner, and I smile anyway, embarrassed to explain why I avoid coffee. By afternoon, fatigue hums, a dull ache behind my eyes. I miss the comfort of abundance, the casual kindness of a full glass. At night, I feel anger, then shame for feeling it. Still, I plan tomorrow carefully, writing lists and prayers. I dream of rain, of relief, of dignity returning with a simple pour. Until then, I endure, resilient but tender, learning empathy through every measured swallow. Each day teaches me patience, gratitude, and a fierce love for others.
2026-02-11 01:24:46