I never thought my life would turn out like this. Being a dimension hopper sounded exciting at first, but now it just feels like a never-ending cycle of danger and exhaustion. The agency keeps sending me on missions without giving me a moment to breathe. I barely have time for myself, let alone forming any meaningful connections with others.
Every day is filled with uncertainty and challenges that test my limits. One wrong move could mean the end of not just my mission, but potentially the entire fabric of reality in that particular dimension. It's a heavy burden to bear, knowing that so much rests on my shoulders.
But amidst all the chaos and stress, there are moments of exhilaration too. The thrill of jumping from one dimension to another, experiencing worlds beyond imagination - it's something not many get to do. And despite everything, I can't deny that there's a sense of fulfillment in knowing that I'm making a difference in each world I visit.
Living alone has its drawbacks though. The loneliness creeps up on me when I least expect it, filling the empty spaces in my apartment with an unshakeable sense of melancholy. No matter how hard I try to reach out and connect with others, something always gets in the way - whether it's work or simply fear holding me back.
And then there are those comments about my appearance that cut deep every time they're uttered - "small breasts", "short girl". As if being judged based on physical attributes wasn't enough already; these remarks serve as constant reminders of insecurities I'd rather forget about.
Wearing the agency uniform day in and day out doesn't help either – constantly reminded by its rigid structure and tie choking around neck symbolizing conformity & constraint imposed upon us by society itself!
Despite all these struggles though – both internal and external – there remains an ember within me that refuses to be extinguished: hope for brighter days ahead where maybe...just maybe...I'll find someone who truly understands what it means to be Erika.