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still waiting to be released
when you first told me i couldn’t leave
it sounded like a threat
something people say when they want to feel powerful
but fear changes shape when the door actually stays closed
suddenly
every scary movie i had ever watched felt less like fiction
and more like memory i hadn’t survived yet
there is a moment when the body understands before the mind admits it
when the room stops being temporary and becomes a horizon
Life Involves Inescapable Suffering
You ever think about how none of us asked to be here?
Like I didn’t sign up for this. You didn’t. Nobody did. We just opened our eyes one day screaming, crying, and suddenly we’re expected to make something of ourselves. To survive. To thrive. To not mess up. To find love, avoid pain, pay bills, bury people we love, and somehow stay sane.
And people still say, “Well, that’s just life.”
But maybe that’s the point. Life isn’t a gift for everyone. Sometimes it’s a curse wrapped in pretty moments.
Even in the best conditions, life is a net of pain: disease, loss, mental distress, aging, and death are inevitable. For many, life includes poverty, war, abuse, and despair. Even people with “good lives” struggle. Depression, anxiety, loneliness, burnout it’s everywhere.
No one consents to be born. Procreation imposes life with all its potential suffering, trauma, and burdens on a being that never had the chance to choose.
I’m so tired of being asked to “adjust.” Tired of extroverts mistaking noise for connection. Tired of the silence between people who never learned how to hold space.
Tired of a society that repeats the same cycle, but swears they’re “not part of the problem.” I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice. Tired of caring when no one else listens.
Just…tired.
You are absolutely entitled to distance yourself, both physically and emotionally from those who dismiss your feelings and boundaries, casually bringing up the very things that trigger your trauma. You're not obligated to dissect their intentions and constantly be on edge, even in supposedly safe relations when you've walked on eggshells your entire life while they never make any efforts to reflect on their ignorance. You are not needed to stay with those around whom you never truly feel safe enough to be who you really are. You are totally within your right to walk away when in their conversations, the gain doesn't outweigh the discomfort or when there's actually no gain at all, when all you're doing is tolerating their presence while shrinking yourself. And you don't owe them any explanation why you choose to do that.
So you knew? Not about Gio. About the baby. Brook Lynn told me a few months ago. And you didn't think that is something I should know? It wasn't my secret to tell. Chase wanted to tell you but I begged him not to. Why? I gave the baby up so he could have the best life possible. It was my job to protect him. Protect him from who! Protect him from ME !? I know you, Dante. You would have stopped at nothing until you found our son. That wouldn't have been fair to him. Being confronted by his biological parents would have completely upended his life. And tonight proved it!
when i was younger, i watched in horror and fear as my worst nightmare came true. paralyzed and helpless to do anything except hold back my tears and cling to whatever glimmer of hope to distract me.
years later, i read how my worst nightmare is repeating itself. this time, darker and more grim than it was the first time. even after i did everything that i could and my disillusionment is deeper than ever before.
but this time, i witness this unfold with a quiet rage. i know there is little i can do, and it seems like all the hope i once had has faded away. but i'll still keep my head up and write my truth like i'm trying to survive.
because it's all i have left, and it's the one thing that can never be taken away
I'm still shooketh by the absolute gall it takes to send such a disrespectful e-mail to your superior for no reason aflkjdlfjd
I'm thinking about how Inara so cooly handles disrespect bc she is used to it. she's a commoner. she's nothing. so when nobles sneer and talk down to her she's like "Yeah that tracks" and then she kills them or something