story I made in notepad lmao

Hi guys! This is my first blog, and of course, I shall share what I wrote overnight... 

So Many Dreams

Azza Adrian Thunnus

18:36 09/11/2026

Young Adrian was sitting in front of her computer after a long day of school. As always, she opened Discord, the place where she made her friends. It was somewhere in the 2020s. Life was good, and if it wasn't, it was just fine. While she was mindlessly switching from channel to channel, she daydreamed about her dreams. She could be a skater, a DJ, or even a famous music artist! There was only one flaw she was aware of. She was very, very narcissistic.

Adrian would always do what she thinks is right, even if it isn't. She would always play victim when confronted. She insisted she could help herself. She refused to talk to anyone. Her only way of proving her point is by intimidation. Adrian got sick of herself. She only found comfort from watching inappropriate content. She can't stop looking at it. She feels as if she can't function if she doesn't even think about it. In short, it's become an addiction.

One day, she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She felt as if she were a freak, a thing unloving and unlovable. Her eyelids were dark, her hair messy, and her teeth a mild but noticeable yellow. She looked at the razor blade, then at her wrists. "No," she thought, "I can't do that, Father will scold me." She feared the feeling of punishment more than the feeling of pain inflicted upon herself. She walked to her room and picked up her tablet. She continued to browse the internet to entertain herself. A voice in her head echoed.

"You're worthless," it said, "you can't even do anything right. Everyone thinks you're a jerk after your 'friend' leaked everything you sent to the server. You won't achieve your dreams." Adrian shook her head. "No!" She shouted, tears welling up in her eyes. "I will help myself! I will achieve my dreams! I will!"

"He sent everyone the texts where you were defending yourself in the worst way possible. He never knew why you were so defensive. You were guilt tripping him. Of course that clingy loser would expose how manipulative you really are," it boomed.

Nobody was in the house. Adrian sobbed and sobbed until she couldn't. Everything turned into a blur. Her dreams were replaced by a prominent urge. It was to die. To leave the worries behind and finally relax in the afterlife. She felt as if nobody would miss her. But she was only a teen. She felt as if it's a waste if she only lived until 14. She had a long life in front of her, didn't she?

She decided to quit the internet, just for a week. She didn't even feel relieved. She only felt sterilized. Bleached. Even then, it felt better than being filthy or, rather, uneasy.

Adrian opened up a video game to blow off some steam.

Her dreams can wait.

She's fine.