❤︎ 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 ❤︎

𝕕𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘

oh, i see what you're looking at.

the title of this page.

yes.

indeed.

however, what you perhaps don't know is-

you've just had a peek at what is going on in my mind.

daily.

weekly.

annually.

goodness knows it sounds like i'm talking about rent.

but hello?

do you mind my privacy?

though i put it up there so i suppose theres nothing i can do.

oh well.

but heres another thought.

it's not about me.

it's about-

you.

only you.

just you.

you, yourself, and the monster in the corner of your mind.

perhaps, unlike me, it doesn't exist.

here i'll tell you.

it does exist.

just not the way you want it to.

not the way you had dreaded.

or imagined.

or hoped.

to all those people out there, i wish you well.

dealing with your monster isn't as easy as it sounds.

they could be petty.

cruel.

or kind, even.

they reflect the sort of person you are.

they reflect you.

come back to your senses, they say.

stop being stupid.

mean.

bitter.

jealous.

yet you can see that those are the kind of traits that make them a monster.

but if they reflect the person you are, does that make your psyche as hideous as theirs?

don't be silly.

it's just you.

yourself.

and maybe, just maybe, the monster in the corner of your mind.

hiding in the shadows.

waiting.