When's the last time you did something for the first time?

If this is to be my fatal end with giving into societal's bullshit, allow me the freedom to explore the darkest depths of hell -to tell you a story of a girl who became so frustrated with her constant outcomes, she made dark deals with herself, that this time would be the last time that she would fall down a dark and bottomless well. This would be the last time she would unglove herself around infamous murders, knowing their endgoal over her life. So, if this is the beginning of the end, stay glued right in this moment, to see just how empty and useful a mind becomes while the world yet again decerns another venegeful entity. I realized that if I was to survive in a cruel and unjust world, I would have to rediscover the voice I carelessly threw away. I threw away the one thing that could've saved me from the endless amount of monsters, sent to destroy me. I became okay with the thought of becoming forever mute, if it meant avoiding confrontations . What was I rea

Just like you, I'm using today's rain for good. I mean I've always respected the rain and it's promises, but I never truly stood strong on my crafts when it gets too sticky outside. Hell, I always find myself doing things that I hate, but luckily things have been working out in my favor -even if those things requires a more detailed look. We've confided in each other since the start of last year, I would hope you would've seen the real me by now -within everything I digitally push your way. I'm pretty sure we're in the same boat -in some aspects, or maybe I frequently tell myself this, because it feels like I've been stuck in between worlds -the real world and the one that's yet to be discovered. But here we are. Today's a new day, but the embodiments of all the people we've ever met are the same...why? Why does it feel like everyone new comes into our life to test us? Is the game ever fun for you, because if you were to as

I've felt a longing for this segment ever since the first time I relinquished this segment. I wish I could type faster, but I recently did what I had been craving to do for a long time (extra emphasizes on the long bit) . I got my nails done. I miss feeling like a girl. I miss sprinkling my personality into everything that I do. I miss uncensoring myself. To be honest I miss a lot of things, and if I'm to redo what I used to do, it requires me, to be. I must be in order to exist on my own terms, and actually love it. I have to show up even if it means other people realizing their insecuritites. I shouldn't care about how my presence affects others(especially if I'm not truly hurting others). So, let's carelessly dive into my beloved feminine archetype. When should you step into your medusa power? When should you behead the masses with your intelligence and most of all -beauty? See medusa was never vile. She was entirely beautiful, but of course she