from the diary of an object

I found out about my loss of human status on a place where I post pictures of myself in cute dresses and pretty sunsets.

So instead of feeling like the world is spinning, I feel more like my place in it is permanent and still. Not as the living, breathing lifeform that I was five seconds ago.

But as a stone-still statue that they’ve tapped their gavels like wands to turn me into. Continue reading from the diary of an object

the demise of a teenage girl

Sometimes, it takes everything in me to write here. To make my words seen on a website and not a private document, where there’s no pressure, no people. Just me and my words in my own little tide pool of self-depreciation and egotistical boosts. Sometimes, it takes nothing in me to write here. Because putting something on here either feels like a shout into the … Continue reading the demise of a teenage girl