The principal invited my parents to school (again)
due to my absence...I can't go to school because of mental problems and bullying,but the school doesnt give a shit ofc...idk let me just rot in my bed
i feel sick
everytime i eat something i feel so sick like i need to throw up oh my god i just can't eat its so hard
FUCK THIS SHIT
I gained one kilo LIKE WHY IM NOT EATING ANYTHING...i need to try more
there Is no way i am real
nothing is real there is no way i feel like an npc
my another poem! My friend said I should post them but I'm scared because they are shitty asf anyways enjoy
Onion
An onion has layers, so many to peel,
but strip them too fast, and there's nothing to feel.
You can try to stack them, shove them inside,
but stripped of its soul, it cannot survive.
Does it burn? Do your eyes start to weep?
Do you see your mistakes, all buried so deep?
Or do you pretend, repaint the sky,
hiding the cracks with a colorful lie?
Forgiveness is hard when darkness remains,
when trust is just shadows and love leaves a stain.
Loneliness lingers, it pulls me back,
without you, I’d fall through the endless black.
A film-like romance, yet we’re just the cast,
acting for nothing, pretending to last.
Is this performance worthy of pride?
Or just a lie with nowhere to hide?
For you, it’s over, but I can't let go,
you broke me apart, then built me up slow.
I see you as savior, yet also my curse—
my healer, my ruiner, for better, for worse.
I translated another of my poems!
do you like it?
Silent Eruption
I want to scream with all my might,
let my soul burst into light.
Would anyone care to hear my plea?
To listen, to help, to set me free?
This feeling spreads just like a flame,
a sleeping volcano calling my name.
Words are boiling, yet stay inside,
my lips are locked, my voice denied.
So here I stand with a frozen grin,
a smile I wear—but cannot see within.
I FUCKIN HATE MY DAD FUCKIN BITCH
Is there anyone who likes poetry?
this is my own poetry i wrote and translated into English! im sorry if it doesnt really make sense haha
The Reflection’s Whisper
My longing is stronger, so hard to defy,
heavier than shadows that blur every lie.
From my own reflection, the darkness calls,
with morning’s light, the image falls.
"Come... come on, don’t hesitate!
Throw your life away—it’s not too late!
Before the pain can strike once more,
you’ll be long gone behind church doors!"
My mirrored voice whispers low,
I shake my head—what does it know?
"Oh, what must I do to make you see,
so my own reflection lets me be?
I know that peace in endless rest
is wrong... but oh, it tastes the best."
I lift my gaze and meet its eyes,
a hand is reaching—offering ties.
"Take my hand, come follow me,
no more pain, just endless sleep."
Slowly, I lift my trembling hand,
our fingers meet—and I’m pulled in.
A world of black and white surrounds,
I wander lost, no peace is found.
"Oh my God, forgive my crime!
I want to live, just one more time!
My life was fragile like a flower,
I see it now, this final hour."
Barefoot I walk on roads so cold,
the morning dew so soft yet bold.
Before me stands a chapel tall,
inside, I step—then see it all.
Figures dressed in mourning black,
sorrow weighing on their backs.
I hear them weeping, lost in grief,
tears like rain, no hope, no relief.
I step in closer—then I freeze,
what I see brings me to my knees.
My lifeless body, pale and still,
lying there against my will.
"Oh, don’t cry, I’m still right here!
Trapped inside the glass so clear,
lured by whispers, drawn too near."
But none can hear me, none can see,
my voice is gone—lost completely.
Guilt consumes me, cold as stone,
from head to toe, I’m all alone.
My chest is aching—grief or death?
I cannot feel my final breath.
The earth embraces me at last,
my faith has faded—buried past.
IM SO HAPPYYYY
i just ordered 16mm black eye contacts :33
my friends mom randomly gave me this 💀💀💀shes such a baddie what the flip😭😭
Bro is playing when he literally has a jirai girlie in his bed 😒😒
I lost two kilos (≧▽≦) just 2 more :33
i had a dream about sh..it was so fuckin detailed broooo
Haiiii :>>> can we be moots again plz? °° (we were till-we-become-monsters)
sure! (•‿•)
Im crying in the bathroom for two hour
The psychiatrist told me everything is my fault and she yelled at me
i dont see a fuckin Reason to live i dont have anybody nobody gives a shit about me fuck i can't anymore
im seeing my psychiatrist tomorow..I decided to tell her everything like EVERYTHING,im scared asf but idc anymore
hey btw congrats on being clean of sh not matter what i'm proud of you ꨄ
aaaw thank you so much!
Its hard but im trying my best ^_^
im two days clean from sh
i know its not really speciál but its a really big step for me
im so damn lonely am i even real
i want to be pretty
my moots are so pretty i want to be like them😭like my face is so chubby and fat and my frizzy hair bro just AUGHHH👹👹
Whatever ur going through. Here's a virtual hug 🫂
thank u pookie!!!
🫂🫂🫂🫶🫶🫶
do i want to ki11 myself?....yes
do I still have to look cute?...yes!
I hate it when someone insults women for their body.. like are u blind? every body is perfect and beautiful bro WOMEN ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I LOVE ALL OF THEM LIKE??
i fuckin love women
like...i love them u know?
i love learning vkei furitsuke
like i know so many its not even funny😭
Felt pretty.. basic outfit but idc
i cut my hair short again and went for a more masc hairstyle! :33 i feel like me again
im crying so hard
my dad and mom said that the talked with my therapist..they want me to go to a mental hospital...they said they dont want me to be in this house...i want to ki11 myself i dont see aby other opinion