The world moves forward with a kind of indifferent grace.Cities breathe.People evolve.New stories begin,while mine feels like it stopped somewhere betweenwho I was and who I should have become.I exist in a strange kind of stillness—not peace, but paralysis.It’s like my mind is suspendedin the aftermath of everything I never healed from.The days pass,but I don’t.I watch life unfold around mewith the quiet awareness of someonewho’s been left behind.Everyone is so loud in their becoming—so fluent i... » Continue Reading
there's this itching sensation, in the back of my head, between my brain and my skull. its agonizing and unquenchable, painful with it's urgency.though i can't see it, i know exactly what it is from the last time i tugged it to the front of my mind.its love, but not the good kind. its the kind of love that i can never have. well... i didn't inspect the itch for long enough, not before shoving it back down under the skin of my nape, so im not actually sure if its something i can't have. maybe she... » Continue Reading
I peer into mirrorsfor one I might recognize.Sometimes a stranger returns my gaze,wearing my features as borrowed raiment,holding my eyes like stolen property.When did I begin to changewithout consent,without witness?Reflection answers nothing,and I stand before italone, unmoored. » Continue Reading
I have offered care,silent and profound,without expectation of return.Yet the heart remains unselected,as if affection were a cointhat fate does not spend on me.Love does not reward effort;it merely bestowsor withholds.And to endure this lessonis to ache in secret. » Continue Reading
I walked through halls of whispering shadows,each reflection a cage of whispered judgments,the weight of their voices heavy on my shoulders,the dark a suffocating cloak, stitched with shame. But the mirror changed its shape,no longer a battlefield of flaws,but a quiet altar of my own becoming.I see flesh, I see curves, I see strength—not marred, not too much, not wrong—but mine, sacred in its quiet rebellion.The chains of old thoughts crack beneath my fingers,dust rising like smoke in a forgotte... » Continue Reading
my birthday is coming up and I am still fat and ugly. I look so bad and I have gained weight due to BED. should I just hang! ngl ima take a nap lmk » Continue Reading
I am a musician and I'd say than you can categorize the music I make into 5th wave emo. I also listen to a lot of 2nd to 5th wave and I am pretty deep into the Szene, I align with political views of the emo Szene, etc The only exception is that I don't dress emo. Can I still call my music emo? I mean mobo is emo and they don't look like it... I I like the typical "emo look" was characterized in the 3rd wave and that image just stuck with most of the people. Kinda senseless blog but idk lol » Continue Reading
I'm lowkey looking for more friends my age 13-15 because I'm like so fucking lonely so if anyone has TikTok or any other socials put them down if you wanna be friends 🥹 » Continue Reading
I love you so much I imagine us all the time. I wish I was pretty enough for you, I wish you cared about me more than a friend, I wish we could meet up, I wish you wanted to talk to me more, I wish we could call, it's no fair. » Continue Reading
its been a while since i started middle school (8th grader now gosh) and well, dare i say ALL MY CLASSMATES SUCK SO BADDDDD, they all call me emo uygygyhghjdjaikkd and next year im gonna be all alone cuz my friends are gonna be in highschool UGUHHGBKEIKJKIEIHIFHUI KILL MEEEEEwhatever i started the bass » Continue Reading
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