"don't talk about politics
unless you agree with me
don't talk about religion
unless my God is the same as yours
you know who the problem is?
you know who's ruining our society?
it's those dang ____ insert whichever group of people you dislike
the world would be better
if everyone was like me."
no.
you're wrong.
i hate to be the one to tell you this, but
you.
are.
the.
problem.
it's not those dang women
or those dang liberals
or those dang republicans
or those dang gays
or those dang blacks
or those dang protesters
or those dang christians
or those dang police officers
or those dang kids
or those dang immigrants
IT'S YOU.
you are selfish
and childish
if you got your way,
and if everyone in the world was like you,
then that would a pretty miserable world.
i don't care which side you're on,
but i care that you've travelled so far from the center,
that you can't see or hear anyone except
people like you.
echo chambers and groupthink and bandwagons
would be all we know
society thrives off of diversity
diversity of culture, ethnicity, thoughts, and beliefs.
so of course your opinion is welcome
free speech has no exceptions.
but keep in mind that
while you're pointing fingers at everyone else,
you should take a look in a mirror.
you might just find
that you are the problem.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC
do they know?
that their daughter dreamt of dying?
that their sister wished God would take her?
that their friend lie awake at night, contemplating the idea,
the idea of quiet.
peace.
nothingness.
do they know?
she doesn't like to think these things
but the thoughts won't stop
different days, different intensities, but never fully gone.
lingering.
do they know?
she doesn't want to hurt them,
but she believes her absence an act of altruism.
wouldn't it be better for everyone?
do they know?
daughter, sister, friend.
it could all go away in an instant.
but she'll never do it
and they'll never know, right?
wrong.
now they know.
now everyone knows.
and there's no way back.
if only she hadn't broken.
this secret would have gone with her to the grave (ironic, isn't it?)
too many people now see her true colors:
gray and black and puke green with a splash of chartreuse.
it would have been easier to tell no one.
keep it in the shadows.
but no shadow was big enough for it,
it kept growing,
and expanding,
and covering,
and consuming,
every part of her life.
and eventually
it burst.
it splattered everywhere, got on everything,
and made such a mess.
it will take so much time to clean it up,
but at least it's out.
now they know.
and who knows?
maybe its a good thing that they know.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
i live inside a cage
a cage of flesh and blood
it suffocates me, yet i need it to breathe
do you think, if i asked really nicely, that i could
keep the lungs, but exchange the thick for thin?
keep the organs, but return the rest?
maybe put my brain and heart
into somebody else
someone prettier
someone skinnier
someone better than me.
everyone around me, all uniquely bland
each in a different font, but the same copy/paste
i see them all around me, carrying themselves so lightly
like they could get carried away by a gust of wind
i could never even imagine the feeling of it
but these "curves" i have, so lusted after
are the very cause of my hatred
for this cage of mine
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
time.
so fragile, slipping away. each second lasts only a moment, vanishing immediately. how do you make it stay? it’s not possible, but i refuse to let my memories into the abyss.
clutching them between my white-knuckled fingers, they begin to disintegrate, becoming nothing. particles fly, all different colors, shapes, sizes, flung about in a hurricane of hurt.
twirling, spinning, thrashing, whipping, lashing. too fast, almost dizzying. collapsing, falling, and finally,
stopping.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 1:38 AM UTC