#my rage

🌟 Achilles' withdrawal 🌟

Episode 3: I Don’t Wanna Talk

Today I would like to discuss a matter of great disturbance people speaking to me when I have very clearly dedicated my precious time to doing absolutely nothing.

Now I understand my presence is delightful. I understand my company is a gift.

I understand my face may possess an irresistible charm that makes people wish to approach me.

But dear heavens…

Must you?

Can one not sit in peace with her notebook? Can one not stare dramatically into the distance without society interrupting? Can one not watch her beloved BL reels without being summoned back into the cruel realities of human interaction?

I possess a temper, you see.

A truly terrible one.

Yet I have raised myself with dignity and manners, therefore I do not throw chairs, scream at civilians, or declare war.

No.

I simply sit there smiling politely while internally writing your name into the Book of Tiny Betrayals.

And every interruption receives its own page.

Disturbing me while I write? A betrayal.

Calling my name repeatedly? A betrayal.

Asking me what I am watching while I am very obviously watching it? Treason.

Absolute treason.

So I kindly request that when you observe me sitting with my notebook, staring into nothingness with a face burdened by the weight of existence itself…

Leave me be.

For I am not ignoring the world.

I am simply in mourning for my peace.

Until next time

Let us wait and see whether

I die or thrive.

And I still love you.