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I’m starting to think that if this blog ends soon, I’ll be genuinely relieved. It was meant to be a joke—a way to vent some steam during a weird week at work. Then it became a habit, and then it became this weight I carry around. A record of every stress, every coincidence, and every bad vibe in the post-code. It’s not healthy to live like this, constantly looking for the crack in the world. There’s nothing dangerous out there, just a lot of tired people and a few broken cameras. If I stop posting, it’s not because something happened to me; it’s because I’ve decided to go back to being a nurse instead of a ghost hunter.