My old email password is so cringe I can't even type it. I made it after my dog Snoopy died. It was“Iwillalwaysmissyousnoop332211”ahhhhh😶

I am tired of carrying all these acne and dark spots with me anymore. I want to rip my skin off. I want to peel it off me and throw it away.

You hide so well, no one can see where it bleeds.
You cover it up, masking pain with practiced ease.
Maybe you're right, what good does showing give?
Vulnerability feels like a weakness to forgive.
Yet in those hidden depths, there's strength to uncover,
A resilience thriving beneath the surface, like no other.
Perhaps revealing scars is a step to recover,
Even the strongest walls need light to rediscover.

Meh

I need to find a place where I can just shout it all out.

Ever feel like breaking things, but you don’t own anything you can smash? Try throwing ice cubes on the ground

it's surprisingly satisfying.

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
“Life is but an empty dream!”
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.

A Psalm Of Life
By Henry Longfellow

I forgive, but sadness and sorrow linger, waiting for a spark to bring them back. Just beneath the surface, they lie in wait, reminders of pain that never truly fades.

The strawberry air freshener in taxis gives me headaches ,the smell is awful. I don't understand why they use it.

Sometimes dabo kollo is all you need.

A funny thing happened to me today, a guy paid for my taxi ride. I tried to pay, but he said he had already taken care of it. I thanked him, but the rest of the ride was stressful. I was praying he wouldn't expect me to small talk. Thankfully, he didn't try at all Thank God!
It's 30 birr demo.

I need something to give my mind a focus
and thus I write this nonsense.
These so called poems
with a hint of rant
and a bit of banter.
Smothered in self-sorrow.
Oh, woe is me.
So when the waves start crashing
I start typing.
The content can't be helped.
I just sit back and relax
let the keys click and clack
And focus.

The first time I shouted at you was when you asked me what I wanted, and I told you I wanted to die. You were silent for a minute, as if you hadn't seen it in my face every day. I remember begging you not to go, but for three years, you kept taking us back and forth. The last time, I cried in front of people and couldn't even answer a simple question. I heard you mumbling in the back, but all I could think was,
"When will they know? How can all these people not see that we don't want to be here?"
That's when I started thinking I needed to be better than that. I decided I would be better at everything I did. Then I heard the judge calling my name. He asked me again, and I stopped crying. I answered all the questions, stood up, and didn't say a word all the way back home.
That's when you started shouting, telling me l was weak and asking what I wanted. I told you I wanted everything to end ,not just the suffering, but everything. I wished it was my last breath.Then you started shouting at my brother. I remember that night, asking him why you yelled at him. I got yelled at for crying, so what did he do? He said he answered all the questions with "I don't know," even the first one, which was his name. We laughed, and that's when I started looking up to him not because of his grades, what he writes, or how smart he is, but because of his resilience. That day, I lost all the hope I had in adults and gave it all to him.

I should overthink more,life is getting good at plot twists. How did I never see these coming?

A lover’s whisper, a tempest’s cry,
All live within the lake’s deep sigh.
The tears of those who stood alone,
Now mingle in its undertone.

For in the deep, you cannot hide.
You’ll find yourself in water’s keep,
And know the lake, both wide and deep.

🫧

“I would risk it all for you.”

But really, what do you have to offer? The self-hate, the insecurities, the self-sabotage. What can you give that you can’t give to yourself? Tell me, please! You’ve sabotaged yourself so much that you’re left with bare skin. Dig deep, way deep inside. Maybe you’ll find all the monsters you hide.

What if it's not about forming different characters? What if all your broken pieces found their way to stand alone, each forming a different character? These pieces choose not to come back together because being broken has given them a deeper understanding of everything. Each piece forms a personality, one acts a certain way in front of your parents, another around your siblings, another with friends, and so on. Each time a piece breaks, it creates another character, When all these pieces are put together, they could make you whole again. But you won’t try too you are way deep it’s you just shuffling personalities, you being a friend to everyone and an enemy to yourself.