Ma mère ouvre le journal, et, complètement apeurée, elle lit mes derniers mots sans essayer de retenir son sanglot

Tout est dans le titre ;)

Nasko doesn't sleep much. Not because he's busy - but because nights make him honest. This diary isn't meant to be read. It's filled with late-night thoughts, half-burned cigarettes, restless silence, and truths that only come out after midnight. No heroes. No promises. Just a boy, the dark, and the things he can't say out loud. This book isn't about getting better. It's about being awake. Nasko's Late Night Diary is a private journal of nights spent overthinking, smoking, and sitting with thoughts that refuse to disappear. Read it slowly. Read it late. Or don't read it at all.

« j'aime imaginer qu'on jette mes cendres au-dessus de ces vues splendides » « je corresponds avec moi-même pour combler le vide » esnar, trop tard tellement tard et on s'en voudra longtemps

relations are suffering socialise is terrifying find your escape

Poetry collection.

This is a song I wrote when my best friend-turned-crush rejected me, hoping to perform it at a Talent Show they will be attending...

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