nothings changed, nothing will.

as the pain pulls away it isn't replaced by joy or even emptiness, like the tide retreating before a tsunami im paralyzed with fear. drowning before the water comes back in i cant help but choke on the meloncholy feeling i cant seem to part with.

have i done enough to deserve this situation im in, or is it just another joke from the world where the punchline is how alone i truly am.

Of course i couldnt find love before, how can i get someone to love me when i never knew who i was... who i wanted to be. (Ive decided to turn this into my own personal cringe journal)

finished the whole thing in one setting with the GIRLS this was the ideal viewing experience

watching gushing over magical girls with the GIRLS this is the ideal viewing experience

I was afraid my past would become my future, that this little life ive created would be swallowed by the flames of a wildfire sparked by the bridges burned. But im a different person now, ive changed ive accepted myself and found those who accept me. My story is my own to write without fear.