Storm’s Personal Blog

For the last time, families of chronically ill people, IT IS NOT ABOUT YOU. IT NEVER HAS BEEN. SHUT UP.

I wish I could write good poetry and write my own songs. I feel like Cassandra of Troy, having so much to say but no one will ever hear it and I will never sing my own songs for an audience because the words catch in my throat and my hands falter before they write or type a even a single word much less a song.

Guys I just read a spiderman fic that uncovered trauma about living in an age of school shootings that I didn’t know I had

It’s so weird to be growing up as a diaspora kid from a colonized country because I see the preservation of my culture as linked to my religion as so important but at the same time, recognizing I don’t believe in it anymore.

Having an older brother is so weird because this man flaunts four and a half years like a lifetime recipe for superiority over me, and a weapon to hit me over the head with. And at the same time four and a half years are a shield that he uses to protect me. Four and a half years but he’d take any hardship the world gives him to protect me from it.

Why is western society so afraid of dirt? Like never garden without gloves, don’t let the kids play in the dirt, no this not that all in an effort to avoid dirt. So odd

Some days I feel like the world has gotten unbearably small. Everything to be known has been known by many before. Until something reminds me and it feels like the entire world unfolds under my feet and I’m reminded that I’m 18 and about to start college and about to change and grow and I’m going to be utterly unrecognizable in a year or two and if that’s sad it’s just as exciting and if what I’ve known brought me this far well it’s time to be and learn something new. I’ve had a lot of trouble thinking about leaving my childhood behind, but I think I’m ready. I’m ready to really live.

THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE’RE AT WAR???

I wonder if there’s a word for the feeling after a really good day when the next day you’re not sad, or disappointed, but just relaxed but at the same time… empty?