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[ ] i am Diane Nguyen [ ] when the lights are off and the room's too quiet. [ ] when i start spiraling over nothing, [ ] but pretend i’m just tired. [ ] when i swallow the urge to say, “i’m not okay,” [ ] because i don’t want to ruin the vibe. [ ] i get her. [ ] she writes things she’ll never publish [ ] and calls it healing. [ ] me too. [ ] i am Flame Princess. [ ] masking my heat with forced politeness, [ ] but the fire kicks at the cracks in my voice. [ ] i was taught too young that my feelings were too much [ ] so i bottled them. [ ] and when the bottle breaks, [ ] i’m the villain. [ ] one day you’ll get it [ ] that’s never who i was. [ ] i’m just a girl who’s overstimulated, [ ] trying not to combust. [ ] trying to regulate in an unadjusted world. [ ] i am Kirk Gleason, [ ] Full of chaotic side character energy. [ ] i tell stories with weirdly specific details [ ] so no one notices i’m actually unraveling. [ ] being silly is easier than being seen. [ ] i make people laugh so noone ever stops to ask [ ] The dreaded "are you okay" [ ] I make people laugh because if they’re laughing, [ ] they’ll stay. [ ] I am Jake the Dog, [ ] soft and simple. [ ] i love hard and think deep. [ ] i hold onto weird metaphors [ ] about cups and pillow forts [ ] I tell myself not to get hung up on imaginary things [ ] because that’s how i understand the world. [ ] i just wanna chill, [ ] but my brain won’t always let me. [ ] yet still I try, cause to love life you need problems [ ] And i am determined to live to my to its fullest [ ] i am Ted Mosby, [ ] annoyingly romantic. [ ] the kind who falls in love in soft, slow ways [ ] not with only with grand gestures, but with quiet familiarity. [ ] The type to romanticise shared eyecontact and exchanged looks [ ] i write poems about people [ ] who don’t know they broke my heart. [ ] Though i still think love is worth the mess [ ] Even when i doubt myself i always know [ ] Loving someone is never a waste [ ] and i’m Periwinkle. [ ] the soft, sparkly part of me i locked in a box [ ] when life got loud. [ ] When life didn't understand I was only a child [ ] i still believe in her. [ ] i still believes she's there. [ ] The little kid, with not so little dreams [ ] she danced in the frost and thought the world was kind. [ ] she’s quiet now, [ ] Her sparkle not so bright [ ] but she’s not gone, just dimmed [ ] she still hides in old drawings and weird dreams like buried sea glass on a beach [ ] i’m not all these people all the time. [ ] but they live in me [ ] in the sighs i swallow, [ ] in the jokes i tell too loud, [ ] in the poems no one reads. [ ] i wear them like second hand hoodies, [ ] hoping one won’t smell too much like someone else. [ ] some days i throw them all on at once, [ ] just to feel something that fits. [ ] some days i stare at the pile [ ] and don’t even bother. [ ] i just want someone to notice [ ] without me having to ask. [ ] someone to say, [ ] “i see you , even the parts you hide.” [ ] until then, [ ] Ill keep hiding my true self, [ ] Untill I'm truly seen [ ] Piecing myself together with glitter glue and stubborn hope, [ ] soft rage and borrowed words. [ ] and maybe i’m still becoming. [ ] and maybe that’s okay.
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
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All the people i am
[ ] i am Diane Nguyen [ ] when the lights are off and the room's too quiet. [ ] when i start spiraling over nothing, [ ] but pretend i’m just tired. [ ] when i swallow the urge to say, “i’m not okay,” [ ] because i don’t want to ruin the vibe. [ ] i get her. [ ] she writes things she’ll never publish [ ] and calls it healing. [ ] me too. [ ] i am Flame Princess. [ ] masking my heat with forced politeness, [ ] but the fire kicks at the cracks in my voice. [ ] i was taught too young that my feelings were too much [ ] so i bottled them. [ ] and when the bottle breaks, [ ] i’m the villain. [ ] one day you’ll get it [ ] that’s never who i was. [ ] i’m just a girl who’s overstimulated, [ ] trying not to combust. [ ] trying to regulate in an unadjusted world. [ ] i am Kirk Gleason, [ ] Full of chaotic side character energy. [ ] i tell stories with weirdly specific details [ ] so no one notices i’m actually unraveling. [ ] being silly is easier than being seen. [ ] i make people laugh so noone ever stops to ask [ ] The dreaded "are you okay" [ ] I make people laugh because if they’re laughing, [ ] they’ll stay. [ ] I am Jake the Dog, [ ] soft and simple. [ ] i love hard and think deep. [ ] i hold onto weird metaphors [ ] about cups and pillow forts [ ] I tell myself not to get hung up on imaginary things [ ] because that’s how i understand the world. [ ] i just wanna chill, [ ] but my brain won’t always let me. [ ] yet still I try, cause to love life you need problems [ ] And i am determined to live to my to its fullest [ ] i am Ted Mosby, [ ] annoyingly romantic. [ ] the kind who falls in love in soft, slow ways [ ] not with only with grand gestures, but with quiet familiarity. [ ] The type to romanticise shared eyecontact and exchanged looks [ ] i write poems about people [ ] who don’t know they broke my heart. [ ] Though i still think love is worth the mess [ ] Even when i doubt myself i always know [ ] Loving someone is never a waste [ ] and i’m Periwinkle. [ ] the soft, sparkly part of me i locked in a box [ ] when life got loud. [ ] When life didn't understand I was only a child [ ] i still believe in her. [ ] i still believes she's there. [ ] The little kid, with not so little dreams [ ] she danced in the frost and thought the world was kind. [ ] she’s quiet now, [ ] Her sparkle not so bright [ ] but she’s not gone, just dimmed [ ] she still hides in old drawings and weird dreams like buried sea glass on a beach [ ] i’m not all these people all the time. [ ] but they live in me [ ] in the sighs i swallow, [ ] in the jokes i tell too loud, [ ] in the poems no one reads. [ ] i wear them like second hand hoodies, [ ] hoping one won’t smell too much like someone else. [ ] some days i throw them all on at once, [ ] just to feel something that fits. [ ] some days i stare at the pile [ ] and don’t even bother. [ ] i just want someone to notice [ ] without me having to ask. [ ] someone to say, [ ] “i see you , even the parts you hide.” [ ] until then, [ ] Ill keep hiding my true self, [ ] Untill I'm truly seen [ ] Piecing myself together with glitter glue and stubborn hope, [ ] soft rage and borrowed words. [ ] and maybe i’m still becoming. [ ] and maybe that’s okay.
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