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Today the POLICE called my mom... because of school and my absence..We have to go to the police station and explain everything or what?i want to kill my self um....BLABLABLABLEBLEBLEBLUBLUBLU
my friends mom randomly gave me this 💀💀💀shes such a baddie what the flip😭😭
i need friends so bad oh my
im so damn lonely but everytime i make online friend they ignore me the other day😭😭
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
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👹👹
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.
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.
IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING
Bro staying clean is fuckin HARD...like i can't relapse😭my parents will definetly know theyr like some damn FBI agents
I am losing myself
i feel like im not myself anymore..who tf am i? im so damn detached from reality...
Whatever ur going through. Here's a virtual hug 🫂
thank u pookie!!!
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im so damn lonely am i even real