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today was the first day in three weeks i ate a breakfast, a real breakfast. it was warm and vaguely nutritious, and it wasn't a granola bar gnawed halfheartedly between tiktoks. i'm sitting at my computer now, with my desk still sticky from soda i didn't clean up 4 nights ago, surrounded by laundry that's stopped trying to catch my attention. it’s just there, existing, like me. clothes from all seasons, sweaters, tank tops, a single sock with no counterpart, heaped in masses like forgotten versions of myself. the floor isn’t really a floor anymore. it’s an archive in textile form of days i promised i’d get it together. the light peeking through the blinds hits the dust in the air like a spotlight and for a second it almost looks like i’m somewhere beautiful. but i’m not. i’m in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of my basement. this is what peace looks like when you live in a bunker you built yourself. silence, heavy and airtight, no footsteps, no interruptions. no questions like “how are you?” that make your throat close up because you don’t know if the answer is a feeling, a hallucination, or a riddle. there is no one to disappoint here. no reflections held up to you by someone else’s expectations. it's just me, rocking back and forth in my chair, refreshing the same three tabs, waiting for a notification that won’t come. freedom, technically. it's the kind that wraps around your neck like a ribbon, soft, elegant, tight. beauty in your suffering. no one’s watching me. and that’s what scares me. i’m afraid of people, yes, their observations, their imaginations, the ease in which they dismantle others in passing. but at least when people were there, my insanity had witnesses. now when i see something change, i can’t ask “did you see that too?” there’s no one here to say “yes” or “no,” only me, blinking rapidly, wondering if today’s finally the day my mind snaps clean in half like a glow stick. i don’t want help. i just want a second pair of eyes. i want someone else to hallucinate with. it’s not intimacy i crave, it’s corroboration. i'm scared. i always told myself that if i stayed alone long enough, the sounds would stop, the fear would stop. the part of me that shakes when someone calls my name would just… fall off like a scab, fade away like when you wake up from a nightmare and can't quite remember what was so scary. but it never did. it just got quieter, and sneakier. more elegant in the way it haunts me. i don’t desire closeness, not really. i want someone far away to confirm i’m real. that’s fantasy. and i don’t believe in such concepts anymore. i just believe in staying hidden long enough that the stories get bored, and the plot gets up, stops knocking, and goes home. so i sit here. the dust dancing like dying motes in the sunbeams. and the knowledge that no one is here. and that, no one ever will be. i've never felt safer. i've never felt more doomed. #schizo i always run out of characters on tiktok so if ur interested in more writing i upload my pieces on substack, now for my usual disclaimer: the above is based on a worse period in my life please don't take this seriously. substack in my bio or the same username as on here, thanks for reading.😁😁😁
today was the first day in three weeks i ate a breakfast, a real breakfast. it was warm and vaguely nutritious, and it wasn't a granola bar gnawed halfheartedly between tiktoks. i'm sitting at my computer now, with my desk still sticky from soda i didn't clean up 4 nights ago, surrounded by laundry that's stopped trying to catch my attention. it’s just there, existing, like me. clothes from all seasons, sweaters, tank tops, a single sock with no counterpart, heaped in masses like forgotten versions of myself. the floor isn’t really a floor anymore. it’s an archive in textile form of days i promised i’d get it together. the light peeking through the blinds hits the dust in the air like a spotlight and for a second it almost looks like i’m somewhere beautiful. but i’m not. i’m in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of my basement. this is what peace looks like when you live in a bunker you built yourself. silence, heavy and airtight, no footsteps, no interruptions. no questions like “how are you?” that make your throat close up because you don’t know if the answer is a feeling, a hallucination, or a riddle. there is no one to disappoint here. no reflections held up to you by someone else’s expectations. it's just me, rocking back and forth in my chair, refreshing the same three tabs, waiting for a notification that won’t come. freedom, technically. it's the kind that wraps around your neck like a ribbon, soft, elegant, tight. beauty in your suffering. no one’s watching me. and that’s what scares me. i’m afraid of people, yes, their observations, their imaginations, the ease in which they dismantle others in passing. but at least when people were there, my insanity had witnesses. now when i see something change, i can’t ask “did you see that too?” there’s no one here to say “yes” or “no,” only me, blinking rapidly, wondering if today’s finally the day my mind snaps clean in half like a glow stick. i don’t want help. i just want a second pair of eyes. i want someone else to hallucinate with. it’s not intimacy i crave, it’s corroboration. i'm scared. i always told myself that if i stayed alone long enough, the sounds would stop, the fear would stop. the part of me that shakes when someone calls my name would just… fall off like a scab, fade away like when you wake up from a nightmare and can't quite remember what was so scary. but it never did. it just got quieter, and sneakier. more elegant in the way it haunts me. i don’t desire closeness, not really. i want someone far away to confirm i’m real. that’s fantasy. and i don’t believe in such concepts anymore. i just believe in staying hidden long enough that the stories get bored, and the plot gets up, stops knocking, and goes home. so i sit here. the dust dancing like dying motes in the sunbeams. and the knowledge that no one is here. and that, no one ever will be. i've never felt safer. i've never felt more doomed. #schizo i always run out of characters on tiktok so if ur interested in more writing i upload my pieces on substack, now for my usual disclaimer: the above is based on a worse period in my life please don't take this seriously. substack in my bio or the same username as on here, thanks for reading.😁😁😁
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