#。BrokenSophieー

it’s literally almost 1 am for me. i was just sitting here deleting extra songs when suddenly i hear a guy and a girl whispering almost right under my window, well, mostly the guy. from what i understood, something happened to the girl and her boyfriend was comforting her. it was cute and at the same time pretty funny. i hope everything turns out fine for them. (yeah. i love eavesdropping, because someday it might literally save your life).

hmmm. fuck i really like America, Germany, and Sweden (the creator of cry of fear, anders rennberg, personally opened my eyes to it. not just because of the game, but i saw pictures of him on the street on pinterest, so that's why i like it, plus i want to study it more in the future). i like Germany purely for its culture, and America too, plus i like it for its little aesthetic things.

i'm gonna lose my fucking mind with games that require an email, seriously, the page literally wouldn't even load just to confirm it and that's it, fffffuuuuck.

just remembered a moment from my life back in 2025–2026. brief backstory: telegram wasn't blocked in russia yet, and i had a channel there where i talked about random stuff and warned everyone that i could sometimes lose my mind. the incident: it's about that same guy di (not her full name) set me up with. communicating with him had become so painful that i decided to dump him, but then a literal hammer hit my brain, and i decided to do it through a song — a diss track on him, to be exact. looking back at it now makes me feel so cringed out, oh my god, i just stumbled upon this one song back then and that hammer hit my head. anyway, after that, he started putting on a whole dramatic show, which triggered my severe cruelty. i ended up saying things i didn't even want to judge him for, especially since i make those sad videos myself, but as they say — personality disorder things, you can never just say anything normally. after all that mess, i finally ended the drama. a few days later, i felt so guilty because i wasn't in my right mind, but i tried to move on. and then i remembered what i had posted before about acting out sometimes, and i realized that nobody actually gave a fuck about me back then, it was just his attachment to the fact that i could talk normally. even though he claimed to have a bad memory, if i were him, i would’ve written it down on a piece of paper just to remember.