i like ice cream
Her journal is interesting.
Hearing a inner voice change, thinking she used to be someone else and wanting to escape.
‘… the more I try to explain or describe my circumstances, the more i realise it cannot be explained, and even further, it srsL cannot be understood by others. if you’re reading this and you think you understand, please listen to me; you do not. You are never going to know what this really feels like, never. not once in your fucking life. I don’t know what this is, and yet i know exactly what this is. i don’t understand but i fucking do. it makes no fucking sense but it does. god it’s everywhere. just this terrible feeling of not belonging. or better said, it is discomfort, it is disquiet, disharmony in the air, in the silence. I can almost hear it sometimes. i can’t even explain. ‘’’it’s in this dimension, everywhere in this dimension. this reality is not mine.’’’ its not for me, it can’t be, i don’t fucking fit. i don’t know if there’s a realty put there that’s really where i belong, or if i just have none, if i belong nowhere. i don’t fucking know. i don’t know. i don’t know what to tell you…’
https://dissolvedgirl.neocities.org/journal.html
sounds like archons to me