the days kept passing.
The polite rejection emails came in, some immediate, some delayed. A few places never replied at all, which somehow felt worse, like being erased.
My savings began to thin out in a way that made me hyperaware of every purchase. Groceries became a calculation. Heating became a compromise. I found myself standing in my kitchen staring at my bank app with a hollow feeling in my chest, as if the numbers were quietly laughing.
On the fourteenth day, I woke up with that heavy, trapped feeling
