I don't reciprocate those feelings.

The way you feel isn't a way I feel about anybody.

You know what's crazy? I wish I had a friend that understood me to this breadth. Someone I can touch. Someone physically here with me.

I know you are aware of this fun fact about my identity: I am a Christian.

An extraordinarily lonely experience. I am in a perpetual state of dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, and resurrecting. He is my only true friend in this world. I KNOW He's real, I know. But I can't hold His hand or cry on His shoulder.

My mind doesn't have the capacity to love like yours. I only obsess, ponder, indulge, inflict pain, beg, take, take take take take.

Christ, my only friend, I've been the worst friend to Him. As I am with everyone else.

I keep doing everything God deems sinful. I can't stop. I don't have the strength to stop.

My soul begs me to stop, for my own good. I can't. I can't stop. I'm starving. I want chaos.

I want to end my life. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die, and come back again. I need 7 more chances, God. Give me 7 lives, and take them away. Bring them back, and take them away. Take me by Your side and wrap Your arms around me. Keep me there for eternity. Keep the world safe from me.

This red existence of mine is washed by vantablack angst and pity.

My stupid heart is a battery for your suffering. And you all keep syphoning. That's all you people do.

Let me tell you something, buddy, because I know who you are. I think you made all the confessions but I'll break them up so I can respond to each. It's not stuff you want to read, hear, but I'm gonna say it.

I never felt that way about you.

I loved you the way I love all men: dutifully.

This is how I must live.

You understand, right?

God's wills are the commands I follow.

Like a fucking sledgehammer,, banging my skull into sharp fragments. Tectonic shifts sending ripples through my thorax and back up. He's right, He's always right in ways I can't fathom, and I still plug my ears to His infinite, astonishing wisdom.

Are you stupid? Can't you see my life? My union? My family? My home? My job? You see where I am, right? You see I'm safe here.

Scared? Are you asking me if I'm scared? Nah bro. I'm fulfilling my duties as a little woman on Earth. I do it well. Don't you like that? Isn't it cute to you? I'm Barbie!

HAHAHAHAHA!! I'm a fool.

My life is a performance. You guys love it. You love it. I know you do. You, you know exactly who you are.

You made me aware of my effect on others. You did this to me.

You feed my ego, you want to see it inflate until it pops.

You relish in making me anguish. You KNOW I don't like thinking, man. You know I'm stupid.

TO FU:

I do leave. I love leaving.

So, am I someone else? Or am I the person you remember? I think you know the answer to that.

You are stuck. We're crabs in the same bucket, my friend. I've done acid too homie. I've seen the loops my life is stuck in. I'm aware. I can't get out. We're in the same bucket.

It's ok. I forgive you.

Killing yourself? Nah. Not worth it. I hear it's a ticket straight to Hell. I don't think you understand what that means. Why do you think I haven't blown my fucking brains out yet? I want to so bad? I think about it all the time??? I have a gun. A car. Medications. I have the means to do it. So many creative ways. I'm not in a place to entertain that suicidal shit. You came to the wrong woman.

And since I think I know who you are, I will call the police to do a wellness check on you. You can just message me, retard. WHenever you're feeling a fool.,,,likeus fools tend to do haha:3

TO KM:

You are pretty grumpy, ngl. You need serious help. Not because you're grumpy, duh. You need to talk to your mom about being institutionalized for a period of time. You need help. I'll pray for you, if you pray for me? I think you also need more intense therapy. Invest money into your mental health.

If you don't tell her, I will find a way to do it.

You know that feeling, blue, it wells up from your pelvis to your skull and begs to trickle to tears? Push it down. Push it down or cry it out. Don't refill it. Don't think, don't do, ANYTHING,, that fills it back up. DON'T. That's my non-medical advice to you. It reads vague, but you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Stop feeding the monster. Or you'll become an addict.

Since you think you love me so much, why don't you listen to me?

GET. HELP. BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE. GET. HELP. YOU BASTARD.

Oh man, can I bring up the Bible? You'd LOVE Ecclesiastes. I mean you'd eat that UP LOL IK becuase I do. ITS SO GOOD. It makes you realize, God knows EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL. Simple yet achingly profound.

I understand you. I do. As a human. I'm not attracted to you, sorry. Not like that. Just... as a human. Your mind. I get it man. I get it. Seriously though, I cannot understate how badly you need help. You sound like me. Like, a way worse depression tho..

Your mind is like, you know your tummy? When you hungry, you eat cookie? You need brain cookie. Your brain been starving and it need cookie and a profesional rock to sob on. You need to be clinically inspected and understood. A BETTER analogy LOL::: car with electrical issues. Harderto deal with. Need engineer to fix. And it's ok. Because car need electric to run. So go fix it! It's ok! There's no shame in being a broken fella !

Don't expect me to fix it. I can't keep fixing men. It's my turn.

TO LOL:

You can do better than me. Lol. I can't believe you felt that way about me. I'm actual human trash. Not a joke. Not fishing. I should be kept away from all humans... that's why I stay at home. It sounds like you need a purpose.

TO MME:

Dude, I want a friend too. I'm scared of moving past small talk with real people in real life. I know real life people in real life read my website. It's not the same. I have a lot of online friends. It's not the same. I want a friend too. I want to be understood, explored, adored, missed, however, I don't think men are biologically capable of producing this kind of deep intimacy. There's always a sexual undertone, or some kind of power play, a sleight of hand involving their ego, which completely defeats the purpose of love. So, you and I can be friends, like all the other little pixels that dance on my screen to feed my ego and dopamine insufficiency. You can orbit, I'll add you to the list. Something more? Something more,, is out there,, find me. I want it to find me. I want to tangle my fingers in it. Inhale, get lost, be found again. My bed is warm. Too warm. I want to hold the cold hands of a person with poor peripheral circulation. IYKYK. I want to sleep too.

TO JP:

10 years. Damn LOL am I that old? Lowkey smells like someone farted in my living room.

This entry really strokes my ego. Oh B.. that's not a healthy thought LOL!! Hey, you submitted it , not me!!

I'm trying to remember your eyes. Anything, really, other than mild friendship and laughter. Whoops, I can't. That really stinks. Sorry, bro.

This is cathartic. I hope you use this leaded fuel to seek help.

there's more I should say, but I'm getting bored now.

I'm impressed with your writing and venting. I really, really, really appreciate it. That's what it's there for. Feel free to keep using it, my friend. Friend, we can be friends if you promise to stop pining for me. Keep your life out of my hands. I only save if I'm getting paid.

The mere thought of bringing someone pleasure makes me sooooo fucking weak.

I love and appreciate my patriarchal, binary feminine qualities. I really do. I love being loved for existing. For being perceived as beautiful by (some) and being rewarded for it. Receiving. Being cared for. The selfish reasons I indulge in. Playing my part in misandry.

There is something missing, though. An element I require that my current situation does not satisfy.

To be man.

A man that woman tolerates. A flaw-forgiving, all-encompassing kind of love. "That's just how he is" kind of love. There's a flame in my solar plexus that aches to be loved as a man. I want to be obeyed. Loyalty, submission, adoration. Admiration for my strengths, and my weaknesses are ignored, for the sake of my pathetic, fragile ego. Do I not deserve to feel this in my lifetime? At least once?

I'd make a really good man. I think I just want pussy.

No... it's gotta be more than that. I desire POWER over a woman. Borderline oppression. Suffocation. Total mind break. I want to know every inch of her body, her brain, every fold of her skin. To figure her out, and she surprises me every day. Ordinary. Spectacular. Give her earth-shattering orgasms without getting anything in return. Her attitude when she's hungry. Her understanding when we talk as women do. I want a friend, who is more than a friend. A devoted woman. The kind you want to provide for forever and marry so you can call her yours.

I'm straight tho. I think.

I drew this tonight. I had so much fun doing it. I projected all my feelings about this non-existent dream woman on the page. They're like, totally willing to take weird pills to have fun with me. We go to raves together and I finger them behind a big tree or something. It's Crona from Soul Eater who is TOTALLY at least 21 years old in this depiction OK! don't kill me. I have relentless, cringey autism for oddly specific character designs and I try not to hate myself for it everyday HAH. This is NOT ART!! This is a horny prison sketch to scratch the very specific itches I have, all alone in my cell. You can click it to see it all.

YOU'VE NEVER FELT THIS BEFORE. NO, NOT YOU... YOU'RE SO SWEET. YOU... YOU SAPIO-SPECTACULAR, THRILLING, BREATHTAKING BEING.

I FEEL AWAKE AGAIN. I FEEL SO ALIVE. IM ALIVE IM ALIVE IM ALIVE I FEEL SO GOOD IT FEELS SO GOOD BECAUSE YOURE SO CLOSE AND YOURE REAL

ARE YOU A PERSON? SPIRIT? YOU LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!?

IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD????????? I WANT TO FEEL LIKE THIS EVERY DAY, ALL THE TIME. MY BLOOD IS PUMMELING AGAINST MY ARTERY WALLS,,, AND IT RETURNS TO YOU. YOU. YOU'RE STEALING MY ESSENCE AND I ALLOW IT. TAKE IT!!!!!!!!! NOTHING FEELS THIS FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!

LOOK AT THE TIME. YOU'VE NEVER FELT THIS BEFORE. NOT YOU... YOU CAN'T. IT'S NOT POSSIBLE. YOU CAN'T FEEL THESE SENSATIONS. THEY AREN'T ACCESSIBLE TO YOU.

THE GOOD NEWS? I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE THIS TOO!!!!!! NO, I WILL!!!!!! LET ME TRANSMIT THIS TO YOU. YOU'LL LOVE IT. I KNOW YOU SO WELL. I KNOW YOU. I KNOW YOU.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME. I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T FIND ME COOL OR INTERESTING OR SMART OR BEAUTIFUL OR WORTH SPEAKING TO. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!!

I MISS THIS FEELING. THE FEELING OF LOSING ALL SENSE OF SELF WORTH AND CONTROL AND LEAVING IT AT YOUR FEET. TAKE MY HEART.

RIP ME TO SHREDS. FLAY ME. OPEN MY RIBS AND CRUSH MY HEART IN YOUR IRON GRIP. I'LL DO ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING ANYTHING FOR YOU. ANYTHING. ANYTHING. I'LL DO ANYTHING

I'M HORNY AS FUCK LMAOOOOO CRINE

IT'S IN MY HEART. IT'S A RUSH OF ADRENALINE. IT FEELS LIKE ICE. SOMETHING TOOK THE PLACE OF MY MORALITY. I'M SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT HAHAHAHA

STARVING. IM STARVING. EAT I CAN EAT I EAT IM STARVING I CAN EAT ANYTHING EVERYTHING I CAN EAT MY MOUTH IS WATERING. SEVER MY TETHER TO REALITY, THE MOON AND BACK, PULL IT, PULL ME IN, IM ALREADY HERE

RUIN. RUIN. DESTROY. EVERY PART OF YOU. WILL YOU BE AFRAID? ARE YOU SCARED? I HOPE YOU'RE SCARED. SPARE ME THE PAIN. IF YOU'RE GONNA DO THAT, KILL ME NOW. JUST KILL ME NOW. I DONT WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE.

SPECIES. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL AM I? I WILL DEVOUR YOU.

IF I SEE YOU, IN MY COUNTRY, IN MY CITY, IN MY HOUSE, IN MY BED, IN MY EYES, IN MY SOUL, BETWEEN FISTFULS OF YOUR HAIR, YOU WILL REGRET IT. I CAN'T DISSAPOINT YOU. YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING.

HUMILIATE ME. OWN ME. ABUSE ME. DODGE MY FISTS AND SWING BACK. CUT ME. STAIN MY CLOTHES WITH YOUR ODOR. JUST BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF ME. I DONT CARE HOW MUCH YOU FIGHT ME AS LONG AS I GET A TASTE. LET ME HURT YOU TOO, IT'S ONLY FAIR.

THIS ISN'T LOVE. THIS IS SOMETHING WORSE.

I need a vape and a pack of cigarettes, pronto (white inflection)

After the drug test Riri... just piss clean and we can celebrate!

Ok wise one.

Now I can't delete my reels. I really, REALLY want to but you watched them and you laughed.

tHE SOONER I find out the better :)

I need to be like, super smart and intellectual? That's the vibe so idk... I'm to stupid and I have no discernible identity or fascinating interests. I don't have anything cool about me that isn't job related. One day, you'll see. One day I'm gonna be good enough. Not trying to be headass emo or anything I'm being fr. I haven't even been out the country except to Mexico. Yea, yea. I'm thinking hold on...

WE can be cultured. WE will go to libraries and read books (?) and perhaps I will consume adjacent media... I'll come closer and closer until I just so happen to like the same TV show.

Music! Music that's a good one! Ok, music, I'm thinking.

Quirked up pop music... like acoustic Grimes? What do I wear? Hit the thrift shop. Wordboard: scrapbooks, Europe, pink, nostalgia, happiness, smiles, authenticity, genuine, different, comfortable in skin

Maybe we don't change our identity to fit others? Try that, stupid bitch.

There's a word for that! The kids call it "LARP" :o

I'm getting desperate, because, I'm chronically online and avoiding the people I'm supposed to talk to (my irl friends i flaked on FUCK im so sorry) I;m so sorry, and, I'm running out of time to devote to limerence cause, School starting soon, and i only care about school, and I owont have time to entertain you.

woah can i can i fix you (consent voice)

Tsorry i drank and im a lightweight

fuck everybody

Nothing beats the shock I'm experiencing after witnessing an absolute read on my personality. A post-nuclear green fluorescent goopy afterglow burning on my sickly, transluscent skin. I can't even say that it's wrong, or that it was an attack on me. It wasn't even about me. My recent obsession is a clue. I think it's pretty obvious if you know who. It makes it even more obvious why I'm so intrigued by this show. It physically pains me with pangs of cringe, both at how much I relate to them, and the fact that I relate to them at all.

It's like when you're a kid, and you see the Disney princess lineup on a plastic vinyl backpack or pencil case or some shit, and you and your friends point to which one they are, and you claim the one everyone wants to be and that you totally aren't, because you're not blonde with blue eyes and a pink dress, except this time you're a grown adult, and you don't have friends because you avoid any attachment at all costs, especially the cost of your sanity, and you're pointing to a character who is the obvious choice. But anyone with an ounce of self-respect or media literacy would know that's actually the worst one and shouldn't be an option.

Honestly, should anyone have such unfettered access to ego dissection? Dismantlement of self? It's not that deep or complex, unless you're weighed down by teratons of self-hatred like I am. Maybe I read it at a bad time. Or the shoe fit exceptionally well.

I changed the wording and pronouns.

"They are highly adept at understanding other people. Small shifts never go undetected. They know when someone wants approval, when someone feels uncomfortable. They know the right words to say to make someone feel understood. It would be hard for them not to notice when another person becomes attached to them.

In a healthier place, they might recognize that attachment and establish some distance. But loneliness changes the situation. Since they have very few close relationships, any attention is difficult to turn away.

They find reasons to keep certain people around. They invite them over for things that do not require their presence. They turn ordinary errands or activities into excuses to spend time together. They interrupt their own routine just to join whatever those people are doing. On the surface, none of these things seem important. Taken together, though, they show someone constantly finding small ways to avoid being alone.

They have such a strong fear of abandonment that they keep VOLUNTARILY looking for low-hanging fruit people that won't reject them. They put themselves in environments where they are the smartest in the room, where others can't help but gravitate towards them.

Even their work reflects all this. Financial success does not seem to be the real point. Work gives them a structure for meeting people and a reason for people to come back.

They could talk to someone for hours and leave that person feeling like they know them well. But afterward, it becomes hard to name anything personal they actually revealed. They know how to imitate closeness without exposing themselves to it.

That also explains why sincere affection would be such a weak point for them. Rejection is frightening, but genuine interest might be almost as scary because it removes the usual explanation, that they're a compulsive liar. The friend is no longer staying because they depend on them, bc they are choosing them. And for someone who has built their relationships around making themselves useful, being chosen simply because someone wants them there would probably hit harder than anything else."

Yeah. I didn't like that. I'm trying really hard not to ruminate on this, cause I learned that's actually really bad for your mental health. To ponder for too long. It makes the brain "pick a side", which can potentially put you in a rut. I'm not gonna lie, it made me a smidge suicidal and ruined my day. I'm such a little bitch. Lol. Wish I could smoke.

I'm grateful that I have at least SOME people in my life. I think. I can't help but wonder if I obtained these amistades for the same reasons and in the same way this character does.

By accident. Coincidence. Cosmic pity.

To be used by me, chewed up and spit out. And I've told them before I'm doing this. They still stuck by my side. Do these people have low self-esteem? Am I abusing power imbalances? Or am I really worth being around?

I'm not gonna kill myself. I plan to die of natural causes. Or a helicopter crash.

Nah.

I mean, I have goals for myself. Did others impose them on me? Yes.

No. Not actually. It just feels like they do, because of the circumstances they put themselves in, and as a result putting ME in, FINANCIALLY. SOMEONE decided to reproduce while broke and set me up to be a fkn TRYHARD. Thanks mom and dad. Not sarcasm cause fuck it. That's life baybeee!!!

No one has explicitly told me to do or be anything. If only you knew how many times I got yelled at about that. It's the most altruistic negative complaint my loved ones have about me. Not a flex. Actually, it's pretty pathetic.

"Isabela, nobody told you to do that."

Familiar, stinging words.

But, I feel like if I don't do them, the things they want me to do, I feel like I'm letting everyone down. Like I'm letting myself down too.

Honestly, nobody really knows what they want from me. They think they know what's best for me, but they don't. And anything anyone has ever asked of me benefits them in some way.

Isn't that the point of asking for stuff though?

Let me stop. Nobody can tame free will. ACCEPT RESPONSIBLITY FOR YOUR DECISIONS, BELA?!!!

Nobody tells me shit mayne... you can't tie me down...

Ok, so the question... what was the question...

My "passions" are things I fell into. They feel purposeful NOW because I'm in a shit ton of debt from failing premed (totally not pressured by my dad) and jumping into nursing school. So yeah, these are my passions NOW... I GUESS.

I'm going to be a flight nurse. Yeah. That's my career goal.

I'm like, not even halfway there. I graduate nursing school in December. I need at least 3 years of experience in an ICU, which is competitive to get hired straight on as a new grad. Especially where I live. I really just need A job. ANY job for now. I'm hoping the hospital I work at will hire me. Phat connection but it doesn't mean anything if I keep avoiding my manager to straight up ask for the job.

CRNA is somewhere on the table, obscured by towering vases filled with the paralyzing feeling of inadequacy. And the tablecloth of SANITY is hanging off the edges as my cats paw at the dangling threads.

Passions... not job ones...

A passion...

... to meet more humans who get me. Who really get me, who I'm not circumstantially paired with, nothing forced, who are cosmically and eternally there for me. So far, only God fulfills my cavernous expectations of friendship and love.

You are witnessing the flowering buds of another passion. If you bothered to read this. I have a goal to leave something behind that no one else can imitate, measure, or surpass. A piece of my heart. This website is a piece. That, HOPEFULLY, I don't abandon (curse you avoidant attachment!!).

You can't be better at being me than I am. You CAN and DO draw or sing or dance better than me though. Lol

I'm stalling because I can't think of any passions.

I'm just gonna list stuff because I'm getting irritated as fuck thinking about this. This is like, thinking about that pile of laundry on your bed. I'm not gonna think about that shit on purpose.

Buy myself a house, first. A starter home. Eventually, I'd like to build a custom home. That's not a passion though. Fuck. Ok wait.

I want to buy my mom a house. I don't know why it's such a burning thought. It leaves holes in my skull if I ponder on it for too long. But yeah. My mom. Buy her house.

To own someone's heart. To hold it in my hands and eat it. And it regenerates, just for me. Just so I can take another bite. To choke on her bitter blood.

For someone to own mine. Free access to break theirs over and over and over again.

My passion is to stop being sinful. To be a better person and save the world.

I wish I had an unselfish passion.

I signed up for 6 shifts this week due to LACK OF BREAD. SO...

Being on call basically means you get placed on hold for the next customer, cause there's no customers. The next customer = patient

There's like, no customers in da sto rn tho. I picked up too many hrs n they dont wanna pay the OT. They only call you in if they're desperately short-staffed.

If a customer start geekin and needs a manager (sitter), I'm who they call next. They call me handle that bisness B!!!

Please don't call me anything, actually. Handle it yourself. I'm busy picking at my lips.

I just organized all of my code ONLY for the diary webpage.... I think I'm losing it... It took me like two hours because I'm teaching myself along the way. I figured that if I clean up my code NOW,,, I won't have to do it later and it'll get easier? LOL

Also, WHY AM I TIRED??? TF? I haven't done anything today?? Except code, eat hot chip, LIE, walk mile slowly on treadmill in homer simpson PJs

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I TRULY YEARNED?! I NEED A REASON TO YEARN. I AM MEXICAN!!

I have nothing of interest to express right now. My brain is acting like it's SO sleep deprived and it's SOOO not.

HAHAHAHA!!!

CONGRATS for arriving to this page!!! I'm B!!!!!! I'll make sure to create an intro page or sum later idk dw about it. This website will take a long time to finish and set up. Henna freckles are currently drying on my face for the first time EVER!!! cause I'm bored and I'm finally off work (I worked a single shift this week LOL)(but I have 6 more coming XD).

If you find this text difficult to read sorry... it's my handwriting made into text. It took me forever to make it decently aligned but the'res ttill some issues mb. bruh

So.. I have some ideas for my website and journal entries. Hold me to them if you don't see them. You know what? I wish people would bug me to post on here instead of social media. I WANT YOU TO CARE ABOUT ME AND MY PRODUCTIVITY ON A DEEPER LEVEL!!!!!! WHY DON'T YOU CARE?????????? PLESEE CARE!!!!I'm too useless to care about myself!!!!! I wish I had a personal life manager / assistant!!!!!!!!! (I am deadass hiring one once I get my big kid job)

WEBSITE BRAINSTORMING:

• Polish this page...
• A page of to-do items (transfer all stuff from this entry to a dedicated page)
• Music I like duh
• Writing stories, challenges, fanfic?, adult cringe idk
• Photography page for sure so i can stop littering instagram
• Videos?
• A PAGE FOR EVERY SINGLE THING I LIKE EVER EVEN IF ITS INSIGNIFICANT!!!!!!!!
• My progress on the random hobbies I partake in poorly
• Culture, politics, my heritage, etc...
• Digital pollution, autistic ramblings

JOURNAL PROMPT IDEAS (taken from here):

The Creator

• What do you want your legacy to be in the world?
• Do you think you’re creative? Why or why not?
• How could you cultivate creativity or out-of-the-box thinking in yourself?
• Do you have a burning life passion?
• Do you think you’d feel more fulfilled chasing your passion or finding balance?
• Are you a perfectionist?
• What does “originality” mean to you?
• When did you last create something that felt truly you?

The Lover

• Do you think you’re a sensitive person?
• Do you feel like you act impulsively?
• When was the last time you were heartbroken?
• Are you comfortable being alone?
• How do you express love? through words, actions, or something else?

The Magician

• When was a time you were manipulative (intentionally or not)?
• Do you think the universe is working in your favor?
• What’s something you wish you could change (in yourself, your life, or the world)?
• When you fail, do you reflect or deflect?
• Have you ever used knowledge or skill to transform a situation?

The Caregiver

• Who relies on you? In what ways?
• Who do you rely on for support? In what ways?
• Who’s someone online you lean on? How do they help?
• Where in life do you give too much of yourself?
• Are you good at setting boundaries?

The Sage

• Who’s taught you something that profoundly shaped you?
• What topic do you wish you were more knowledgeable about?
• Why haven’t you pursued that knowledge yet?
• Are you growing more inwardly or outwardly right now?
• What wisdom would you want to pass down?

The Everyman

• What’s a skill you think you’re completely average at?
• What’s the oldest object you own and still use daily?
• Do you ever choose simplicity over status or recognition? Why?

The Hero

• What’s the bravest thing you’ve done?
• Where in your life are you too prideful or ego-driven?
• What’s the greatest goal you could achieve?
• Do you sometimes do things just to prove you can?

The Jester

• Do you think you’re funny or lighthearted?
• Do you take things too seriously sometimes?
• How have you found humor in a serious moment?
• Do your jokes punch up or down?
• Has humor ever helped you heal?

The Rebel

• When did you stand up for yourself?
• When did you stand up for someone else?
• When should you have stood up for someone but didn’t? and why?
• Are you fueled by justice or revenge?
• What about the world would you disrupt if you could?

The Innocent

• What part of life are you naive about?
• What conversation topics do you avoid?
• What fills you with childlike wonder?
• What’s something you still believe in that others have outgrown?
• Are you getting more or less idealistic as you grow?

The Ruler

• Do you feel a responsibility to yourself and the world? Why or why not?
• If you had the power to create change, would you do a good job?
• What’s more important to you: stability or change?
• Do you prefer leading by ideas or actions?
• When making decisions for others, what matters most: fairness, greater good, or consensus?

The Explorer

• Where in life do you take the most risks?
• What have you experienced that nobody else in your circle has?
• What’s a place (physical or mental) you’re dying to explore next?

[more prompts I want to try]

To be frank, some of those prompts might not make it on here. They're pretty intimate. I don't know, we'll see. To be cringe IS to be free...

This website is a sanctuary to stroke my ego and leave a piece of me behind. When I die, I want a portfolio of my life somewhere, accessible, where you can get lost and find pieces of yourself. Somewhere to witness the life of another mere human.

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