No Dad,
I don’t want another kitten. Thank you though.
No Dad,
I didn’t study. I just sat at my desk with my math book open.
No Dad,
I’m not mad at you. I just have a grouchy face.
No Dad,
I didn’t shower today. I don’t deserve to feel clean.
No Dad,
I am gaining weight. I’m sorry I’m not as beautiful as I used to be.
No Dad,
I do enjoy leaving the house. I just don’t have the energy for it anymore.
No Dad,
I didn’t get out of bed today. I just jumped up as soon as I heard your footsteps near my door.
No Dad,
your talking doesn’t bore me. I just don’t know how to respond anymore.
No Dad,
I don’t hate hugging you goodnight. I just don’t deserve your attention.
No Dad,
I’m not your angelic little baby anymore. I’m sorry.
Please dad,
Don’t give up on me.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
I hate her, dear god I hate her so much
She’s only a year older than me, yet she’s achieved so much
It’s like everywhere I look, there she is
laughing with the actors I used to idolize
acting in sequels of shows that shaped my childhood
It feels like she’s mocking me
How is she so freaking perfect
she sings, acts, writes songs, dances
and she looks amazing doing it all
I’d **** to be her or even just to look like her
She’s blonde, pretty, kind, and funny
All the adjectives that I’ll never be
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
I have a master, his name is Baton.
He is always with me,
whether I’m at home or school,
sometimes even when I’m on my vacation.
Let me tell you about my master, Baton.
I hope you have the patience,
for he is very specific
and has quite large expectations.
He likes cold hands
as well as closed doors.
He prefers it when I’m quiet;
he hates it when I ignore.
He doesn’t enjoy inflicting physical pain—
but rather mental.
But believe me,
his words aren’t exactly gentle.
He relishes the afternoons when I stay,
but the guilt always tugs at my heart
and pushes me away.
He cherishes making me sad,
but gets annoyed when I’m mad.
I can’t help it though,
especially when he makes me remember
all the power I could have had.
He loves to compare;
he especially adores
the sound of my heart
breaking in despair.
Sometimes I manage to shut him out
long enough to run,
but he never stays out long.
He always comes back
once I’ve had my fun.
It’s those times when his voice
is the loudest.
It makes me stressed—
that’s what he likes though,
when I’m miserable and depressed.
Perhaps one day he will let me
out of my cage,
and watch me with not a trace of rage,
as I soar through the sky leaving him
in the darkness, as I watch from up high.
He will look at me all tired and resigned,
but I won’t care—
I’ll fly higher,
leaving him and all his cruelty behind.
But for now I must silently bear
him draining the life out of my soul,
with not an ounce of care.
However my hope is melting quickly
like candles in the rain,
I wonder if I’ll ever make it out
And if I do
Will I ever be sane?
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
It’s seven past twelve
I’ve spent a whole seven minutes being sixteen
I don’t like it
I haven’t changed I’m still the same me
I feel like I’m still thirteen
Crazy thinking a whole three years past since then
It’s now eight past
I don’t like being sixteen any more than I did a minute ago
I’m so old yet so immature
I’m still ugly and fat and lazy and smelly
Nothings changed it was stupid of me to think that it would all disappear
All the bad in me
But no it’s still there
It’s now ten past twelve I can’t help but think about what others achieved by my age
Or even younger
Harry Potter fought death eaters
Shannon lynch dated Johnny
Violet baudelaire made several inventions to save her and her siblings lives
Felix Salinger protected Zelda from the war
And he was only ten
What have I done?
Nothing absolutely nothing
Beside making plans and setting goals
I probably have triple more goals set than achieved
It’s 16 minutes past my 16th birthday
I must ask myself will I ever change?
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC