Strange thoughts

Strange thoughts

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What do you do when your thoughts feel like strangers crashing on your couch, refusing to leave? This isn't a love story. It's not a tragedy either. It's just a girl-maybe a little too honest, maybe a little too detached-trying to make sense of a world that keeps changing shape. Told in fragments, strange dialogues, and scattered moments of stillness, Strange Weather Inside Me dives into the mind of someone living with BPD -where feelings have no fences and meaning is always just slightly out of reach. Come for the chaos. Stay for the strangely calm center of the storm.
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There is a moment before the dream begins where everything feels still. A breath held between worlds. In that moment, time doesn't move forward or backward-it waits. That's where I exist now. In the pause. In the static. I don't remember the exact day I started to vanish. Maybe it was slow. Maybe I was too quiet for the world to notice. They say the mind protects us from things we cannot bear. But what happens when the thing you're running from is yourself? Somewhere, there's a house that doesn't belong to any map. Its windows never reflect sunlight, and its walls curve so gently that you don't realize they're watching you. There's a girl in the mirror who looks like me, but she remembers things I don't. There's a bathtub filled with water so still it feels like a grave. There's a man I created-kind, warm, and perfectly not real. And there's a truth waiting at the end of the hallway. I'm afraid of it. But I think I've always known it. This story is not a confession. It's not a warning. It's just what happens when the silence gets too loud. And the corners begin to disappear.

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