#writing

AI is excluded from the bit I wrote about the "preserved spirit" of an artist's voice. I'm referring to authentic music, not AI-generated stuff. Original CDs are best because no one can tamper with them in any way. I still use streaming sites for now, though. I know AI tools exist, and they can t...

Many years ago, when open diary was first a thing, and a free thing, I had an account under the name Wutzerface. So many years later, after so many changes, including two deaths of people I most certainly wrote about in those earlier years (one of which is a sibling), I so wish I could…

Met a really nice lady on one of the depression and anxiety groups on Facebook. It was interesting because everything I want to accomplish; she has done and she's only few years older than me. She published a book and has a YouTube channel. She's a go getter and it got me thinking what exactly&he...

Things are supposed to move forward but somehow I'm going backwards. yesterday i turned 15 but my shoes are starting to feel tighter, outgrowing my memories and dreams. I'm losing myself in between what is and what could be. Wishing for a new day, and when that day comes I'll stand quiet wishing ...

Stream of consciousness... from last night. Recorded from a voice message, transcribed. **** This is my idea for writing, art, expression, something I don't know, but I'm driving in my car. I've just left the Joker, and it was an okay movie. It was a musical. It was a dark musical. I was really b...

I'm sorry. Im sorry I said that. You mean so much to me. You shouldn't be dragged down into my misery. I know you arent mad. and I know you wont hold it against me. But I want to make it up to you. You deserve better than to have me as your friend and…

Pottery Mockery Stalkery   Your obsession has consumed me and my depression has suppressed me If only you can see what I see So, you can let me go

I love writing. Personally, writing is something that makes me a sane person in this insane world of chaos. When I need to clear my mind, when my life is moving from bad to good, and when my feelings are getting the best of me, I turn to writing. Yup, that's me...I never realized the…

Fragile So small and so fragile, One small push and you break into a million pieces. So small, I easily step and look down at you with a cold hatred gaze while you lay there unable to do nothing, I overpower with ease after all I am bigger and stronger. So why? Why as I'm…

This morning I had a wave of nostalgia associated with the online diary I kept for over a decade. I recorded so many thoughts and moments in that diary during my teenage years. There was a sense of community that I haven't found online again. I  I couldn't have known it at the time, but…