How Long Has This Fucking Black Dot Been On My Face And Has It Been On Long Enough That I Should Start
how long has this fucking black dot been on my face and has it been on long enough that i should start considering social suicide
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ommfgg im literally so happy over it i was worried that my request got eaten or smth BUT NOOO IT WAS JUST BAKING AND OMMFMGGGG ITS SO PRETTY EATING THEM
i hate allergy shots it itchieeesss
i need someone to treat me like a puppy that got shots
Innocence.
Crayons scattered on the floor around a bright-eyed being
who doesn’t seem to have a worry about where they place their feet.
Running up and down hallways giggling, attempting to escape being caught.
Chasing butterflies through the grass, bare feet jumping over roots jutting out from the ground.
You’re told the words ‘Savor your childhood’ without knowing what it means.
What does it mean?They never explained, they simply smiled and said, ‘You’ll see, everyone does’.
It never made sense when it mattered. Why didn’t it?Why couldn’t you have understood?
Why did you wish so often, telling yourself you couldn’t wait to grow up.
Everyone says that.
Then suddenly everyone is scrambling to turn back the clock.
What happened?
You tell your parents that you’re big and can be ‘like the grownups’ but then suddenly
You wish that they would hold you like a little kid again.
What happened to their gentle smiles as they kneeled down to tie your bright-colored shoes that flashed with light when you stepped so you’d spend your time stomping wherever you could just to see that flash of color.
They didn’t make them in your size anymore.
What happened to free time after school? Now you’re chained to endless amounts of paper.
Digital paper.
You’re constantly told ‘You spend too much time on your phone’. Too many screens.
It’s not like no one tried to make that not happen. We spend our entire lives on a screen.
Our education now depends on a screen.
Everything seems to depend on a screen no wonder we start to also.
What happened to counting fake plastic pennies and the colorful cubes to use for math? Now it’s a page put up on a screen that you’re told to write down. Needing help seems like a chore.
Why ask?Everyone will stare at you. Avoid attention. What happened?
‘Never be afraid to ask questions.’
But what if those people made you afraid in the first place.
As a child you were convinced that you knew. You knew because you could ask.
As a teenager.
You pretend to know because the only thing you do know is that you know nothing.
Not knowing is weakness.
It’s not endearing.
Innocence wasn’t explained as a child.
Angels were innocent.
Someone who didn’t do something bad was innocent.
But you never know the true meaning of innocence until it's ripped away from your hands and you watch life take it away from you when you aren’t ready to think about it being gone.
That’s what growing up is.
The loss of innocence.
~~~~~ i don't have a lot of experience with writing poems so apologies if it has poor quality. i'm open to constructive criticism but please do be nice i'm only 14 lol. writing is a passion of mine and i do plan to make more posts involving poetry or other.
"i'm not obsessed with history" i say as a third of my playlist has songs specifically about world war one, world war two, and operation barbarossa and im working on a world war one project for a teacher that isnt mine, and i have an entire playlist dedicated to songs ive heard in ch animatics and ones that make me think of historical moments/ch animations i want to make
Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”
These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.
╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)
╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.
╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.
╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.
╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)
╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.
╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)
╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."
╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)
yay me i FINALLY posted chapter two
it tastes more like brownie now maybe i was just being dumb
...i have a brownie that tastes like literal dog kibble. like what it smells like.
im 92% sure that isn't supposed to happen :^
