i cried, i couldn't stop crying, hot heavy tears streaming down my face shaking, practically convulsing trying not to make a sound. sharp inhales, sniffling all the snot back up my nose on that couch. right there in the living room. i shook, and cried, and you did nothing you just tried to reprimand him. you tried to teach him a lesson. and after snarling and blurting out angst-fi » Continue Reading
Echoing, ringing, screaming, buzzing, repeating endlessly in my mind. Like a soundboard, clicking on individual insults you hurled at me the second it crosses my line of thought. Or rather, like a warzone, a warzone in my head, and all I hear are the shrieks of the soldiers that have been gunned down. You respect our mom. You respect your girlfriend. In fact, you can respect all women. But I'm the... » Continue Reading
Please somebody help, I can't get out of here. what do i do to get out of here. im so scared. im so scared. im so trapped and so scared stop screaming, stop screaming . stop screaming at me you backed me into a corner its my fault its my fault right its always my fault its anyones fault but my own im scared i feel like a little kid. i feel small i felt so small backed into that corner. i feel like... » Continue Reading
I got to see the blue today. The blues, the teals, the sky right before sunrise. If you look up enough, the pitch black is still there, and the stars are speckled out in white. The blues, the teals, the greys, even the slight yellow. Every single day. Last year, I snuck out with an old friend. We went to a park, and hung out almost the whole night. We watched the blues start to take over the sky.... » Continue Reading
I look out the window to my room in the middle of the night. It's closer to sunrise now. I see the stars speckled out, and I see this beautiful moon in all its detail. The type of moon cameras can't pick up. The type of image I let soak into my retinas, into my mind, as it's just so beautiful. On clear nights like these, you know it's the end of winter. Lately, I have felt very hollow. Apathetic t... » Continue Reading
The clouds are a musty, almost polluted grey. The kind of grey you can only get deep in the city, yet it coats the night perfectly. The soft yellow automatic lights of nearby bungalows flicker in and out, triggered by the passing snowflakes. The blueish grey snow twinkles a trillion tiny stars all for me. I look up at the street light. It shines onto the blowing snowflakes, framing them. Revealin... » Continue Reading
The suburbs after it rains. The trees hanging over the streets. The clouds. The world when the sky is completely grey with clouds. The sound of thunder. The smell of rain. The lightning storm that lit up the whole night. Music. Songs. Songs I haven't listened to. Stories I haven't heard. Maybe I was never meant to hear them. Miku Expo. Magical Mirai. An Ado concert. Cosplay plans. Animations I wan... » Continue Reading
nobody cared until i was gone everyone tried to help me as soon as i was gone but as soon as i was gone i didn't want help maybe if this happened a year ago i wouldn't be so awful fuck i hate this so much » Continue Reading
I'm the loneliest girl in the world because I'm the only person that's always here Is it really wrong to think this way when I'm the only permanent character in my story? Nothing. No reason I think of outweighs it now. And it was always like this. I just forgot. And one night at 42 brought it back. » Continue Reading
Nobody really apologizes. Nobody really goes out of their way to talk to me. So I can't say they've said anything- Because even if they have, nobody is ever genuine and I can tell. Nobody is genuine when somebody is hurting because we force ourselves to like people in hopes that others feel the same way about us. It's fucked, but disingenuity is a core principle in the human race. I know because I... » Continue Reading
i don't think i'll find any kind of salvation until i die. and, in that, there is no truer salvation than never being born in the first place. nothing fills me like it used to. either i'm rotting or i seriously need to touch grass but i don't think there's a solution for me. i'm sitting in a bed that's not even mine. i'm wearing clothes that have been lent to me. i've been shooting for the same th... » Continue Reading
when i look back, nothing was ever really okay. i was just born into it. i thought it was the norm. when did i experience genuine, pure joy that wasn't just childhood obliviousness? maybe i'm just literally insane. trying to convince myself that i have no happy memories. i know i have some. but they keep saying, "why don't you remember? why don't you remember?" so maybe i really am just crazy. i d... » Continue Reading
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