theres a mushroom that grows in my yard i see it all the time no matter how much i pull, pluck, or poision it comes back. i know its the same mushroom, even if it looks different i just know its the same one. theres a mushroom that grows in my yard it haunts me. » Continue Reading
When did I stop feeling joy almost all the time? When did I begin to lose meaning in myself? When did I forget who I was? When did it all go wrong? Maybe, it was always wrong... Suddenly , I'm 13 again, cutting myself every chance I got. Suddenly , I'm 12 again, planning a suicide. Suddenly , I'm 11 again, fearing my father would end it so I forced myself to be close to him. Suddenly , I'm 10 agai... » Continue Reading
i should've known it was too good to be true when you said you loved me, should've recognized the danger weaved into the very air we breathed when together, the flashing red lights signaling for me to run before it was too late. you covered my eyes with your hands and lead me into the darkness, promising to guide me; all you did was walk me into the ocean, and now im drowning in the very thou... » Continue Reading
Are their any Undertale fans in 2024? I am! In terms off indie games Fnaf is really out there but I wanna see more Undertale fans! More Undertale edits you guys! Oh do you remember on google they said and Undertale movie was going to be released LMAO Me and my friends were so EXCITED(we saw the news in 2022 or 2021 we were gullible) But back to the main point(I go off track alot when I'm writing ... » Continue Reading
basically i have a totally not a rip off of hannibal which is a crime blogger & a vampire!! tw!! mentions of abuse & trauma & murder here's the rundown of it Jazzie the vampire comes into town as crime increases using they're victims' blood as for paints and they're flesh for sculptures Carter-Lee a crime blogger takes notice and interest and records everything about the crimes Jazzie loves the a... » Continue Reading
The silence after waking up when you weren't supposed to, The air hitting your face softly as you leave the house knowing you will not be returning, The reflection in the mirror you wont claim as your own, The pain that's eating you alive from the inside out, The grief that's consuming your thoughts but yet, you cannot cry. The food that's rotting on the kitchen counter that you never touched,... » Continue Reading