When I Look Back, I No Longer Seeing The Bitter Side.

5th May 2026,, 1540~



A sunset from 2 years ago. I took this picture because why not? Everyone was doing it too (FOMO lmao). I was still working in the tiny kitchen of this one cafe.





not a sunset girlie, but here's my work.



I hated my life there. Every. Single. Thing. Perhaps there are some great memories from that time, but I would never wish to return to that place again. It was like being put in a box where I couldn't even think about anything other than making drinks and serving the customers. I also somehow ended up having a creep attracted to me, a picture of me taken without my consent, and uncomfortable remarks from MEN.



The stress and tired days I had to go through. I was drained out of my energy and ended up wanting to jump in front of a moving truck all day long. The bathroom and musollah were my safe space. Now that everything was in the past, I just keep it as little stories that I can always retell over and over again, like right now.



Maybe I was there neither to learn nor to enjoy life, but to meet the people and know different kinds of humans- older people, youngsters, immigrant workers, and the rich. Some have stories to tell, some just mind their own business, and some just have too much to handle. Despite wanting to remember them nicely, somehow you also ended up remembering the worst part too. I might never have met some of them anymore, especially the immigrants. I am thankful for the time they spent sharing part of themselves.



Although I know that I would never want to step into that place again, perhaps there is a day when I truly could get up and meet them again. That day, I will finally just remember everything except the worst. シ