Nyctophilegirl

i hope you know how important you are.

OMGGGGG HIIIIIIIIIII

I was about to throw out my old diaries when I found this one hiding behind my to-do list.
          Written in 2023—a year that completely drained me and changed me in ways I’m still unpacking.
          
          Anyway… hope you read this.
          
          <3 XXX
          
          I just published "The Mind That knows too Much. " of my story "Limerence". https://www.wattpad.com/1602154198?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Nyctophilegurl

Why is crying the only thing people use to decide someone is weak?
          
          I’m so fucking tired of hearing it.
          Like; what century are you stuck in?
          
           This isn’t black and white. This isn’t “men don’t cry” and “women are dramatic.” 
          
          Grow up. 
          Life hurts. 
          People hurt.
          
           And sometimes the only thing that keeps someone from completely snapping is letting it out.
          
          So let me cry.
          Let women cry.
          Let men cry their damn hearts out until they can breathe again and take another shot at surviving.
          
          Crying isn’t weakness.
          
          Shutting up and pretending you’re fine while you rot inside.... that’s the real problem.
          
          Tears don’t mean we’re broken.
          They mean we’re still here.
          Still fighting.
          Still refusing to go numb.
          So miss me with that “weak” bullshit.
          
          
          
          
          Nvm... just wanted to rant it out 
          
          XXX <3 

Make sure you read this one (: 
          
          <3 XXX  
          I just published "Autumn Girl " of my story "Limerence". https://www.wattpad.com/1601739932?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Nyctophilegurl

Check the new update (: 
          
          
          I just published "Idk... " of my story "Limerence". https://www.wattpad.com/1601738367?utm_source=android&utm_medium=profile&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=Nyctophilegurl

@Nyctophilegurl Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò

@Nyctophilegurl oh, so it's a marriage problem. These are tough to solve (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠)

@Nyctophilegurl oh, that's bad. They should detach themselve slowly.
          
          But one of the worst thing about a toxic relationship is that it's hard to finish (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

Hey people.... I don't know why I wrote this. But yeah I do wrote this and I'll add it in my book with proper bg music and all... till then read here. 
          
          
          Quiet Damage: 
          
          
          He doesn’t like black on me... 
          says it swallows light.
          Truth is, it reminds him
          I don’t need permission to be vast.
          He wants my clothes tight,
          my body loud,
          my existence decorative.
          Hates my hair tied up....
          control slips when nothing is dangling.
          Hates when I sit still.... 
          a woman resting terrifies men
          who confuse usefulness with worth.
          
          Who is he?
          
          My husband.
          
          Ah.
          
          So the cage came with a ring.
          
          Why is suffering feminized?
          Why is silence our dowry
          and endurance mistaken for love?
          If I ever meet a man like this....
          I won’t rage.
          Rage is sloppy.
          I’ll be precise.
          I won’t touch his body.
          I’ll touch what he worships.
          I’ll starve his certainty,
          make masculinity feel temporary,
          fragile,
          laughable.
          I’ll let his pride digest itself.
          Make him choke on the myth
          that power was ever his birthright.
          Every step he takes
          will feel watched.
          Every mirror
          will hesitate before agreeing with him.
          No scars.
          No screams.
          Just a slow unlearning
          of dominance.
          I’ll make him remember me
          not as pain.....
          but as the moment
          he stopped feeling like a god.
          And I’ll walk away clean,
          because the cruelest thing
          a woman can do
          is survive
          without fear.