What is home? How I can feel home? Why I can't feel home? what ,how, why............They're so loud inside me

A lot of silent noise, a lot of whitenoise, a lot of stress, a lot of fusion, a lot of lying

没有声音…

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こんにちは…なんだかすごく虚しい気持ちです…どうすればいいでしょうか？

Where should I go?

Hi? Anyone know the login?

ok nvm i was saying about my identity problems and DID but tf yall on

sometimes when im out in people i can see another one take control of words i cant control, and i always try to balance it towards us both so i feel i fight with nobody for place to control, over this body, everytime

On the way home from the sports festival, I found a bleached skeleton in a filthy drainage canal. It was a girl from the classroom next to mine. Mud covered the innocent smile that had once been on her face.

Well? !!! It was fabulous! What was so fabulous? A little singer who won't wear her glasses. What's that? She's mesmerizing. Like a bird perched on high heels. She has something so fragile yet intense. Like kindling. When she sings, it's like birdsong with words. And her nose! A work of art! So pert I wonder if it works or if it's only for decoration. It's too tiny to hold her glasses. With a cold, she snores like a locomotive! No, a nose like that only sounds like a flute. You're sure you haven't caught a bug? You have! It's against the rules. Against the rules! I know.

Eu não sei o que dizer aqui, eu amo a lain, só isso.

my bday is on the 26th, yay?

Why would I want to disappear?

I Hate and love drawing at the same time. It makes me cry every time but i start to draw again. I hide my sketch books from myself and swear i wont draw again. But i still wake up everyday with the thought of what should i draw today?