Believe.
This is all fiction.
I’m not real.
No screams were ever recorded.
No one broke.
No one shook.
And absolutely no one
became part of this by choice.
You know how to feel nothing. Right?
…you can still close this site.
What I was allowed to say.
You wouldn’t survive the rest.
Or he didn’t let me.
I whisper low so the system won’t hear.
Don’t ask who he is.
If you're reading this — he's already close.
🖤 Just Thoughts
Messy.
Raw.
Things that should’ve stayed in the dark —
but now you’re reading them.
🕯 With Them
You weren’t invited. You were claimed.
This isn’t a game. This is fixation.
No safe words.
No exits.
Just them.
And you —
when “no”
comes too late.
🪞 With Her
Late-night talks.
Kitchen lights off.
One cup,
two truths.
The kind of hurt
you laugh through.
⚠ System Logs
This isn’t “love yourself.”
This is:
“If you made it through hell —
say it out loud.”
Someone needs that fire.
