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[thatdragononyourrooftop]

I bleed anxiety on my answer paper

With handwriting looks like panic attacks

I cry out coffee and sleepless nights

Ay Dios Mios

What a shit show

And tomorrow I will have to go through it all over again

Ay Dios Mios

I'm so disappointed with myself

Is this all there is?

Is this all I got?

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My aunt just found out that my cousin smoked

That he stayed up all night to play games

It was right before his high school entrance exam

It was a big mess

"Look at their faces!"

My demon laughed

"Fucking hilarious!"

[Stop treating it like a drama show!]

"Why not? I love watching human delusions got shattered."

[Cruel.]

"Awwwwwww, look! His face is so twisted with shame. Don't you find it amusing?"

My friend has been borrowing money here and there to learn playing harmonica without telling his parents

It's a month before our graduation exam

[Should we say something about this?]

"What!? No way! It's not the climax, yet. Let him climb a little bit higher, so that when he falls, it will be more fun!"

[No, I mean, should we help him? Cos he has talent with music, and he love it.]

"Nope. Nope. We are audiences, darling. We shouldn't interfere!"

[Again, stop treating it like a show. He is my friend!]

"Sweet! We got the VIP seat!"

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Tips from a Beta Reading Writer

This one's for the scenes with multiple characters, and you're not sure how to keep everyone involved.

Writing group scenes is chaos. Someone’s talking, someone’s interrupting, someone’s zoning out thinking about breadsticks. And if you’re not careful, half your cast fades into the background like NPCs in a video game. I used to struggle with this so much—my characters would just exist in the scene without actually affecting it. But here’s what I've learned and have started implementing:

✨ Give everyone a job in the scene ✨

Not their literal job—like, not everyone needs to be solving a crime or casting spells. I mean: Why are they in this moment? What’s their role in the conversation?

My favourite examples are:

The Driver: Moves the convo forward. They have an agenda, they’re pushing the action.

The Instigator: Pokes the bear. Asks the messy questions. Stirring the pot like a chef on a mission.

The Voice of Reason: "Guys, maybe we don’t commit arson today?"

The Distracted One: Completely in their own world. Tuning out, doodling on a napkin, thinking about their ex.

The Observer: Not saying much, but noticing everything. (Quiet characters still have presence!)

The Wild Card: Who knows what they’ll do? Certainly not them. Probably about to make things worse.

If a character has no function, they’ll disappear. Give them something—even if it’s just a side comment, a reaction, or stealing fries off someone’s plate. Keep them interesting, and your readers will stay interested too.

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My greatest pain is that my heart wants too many while my mind knows too much

My mind denies everything my heart believes in

While my heart curses the very existence of my mind

My heart wants to destroy everything so my mind destroys it first

My mind wants to control everything so my heart cages it first

It's hurt so much I wish I was a mad man or a heartless monster

But please not both

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It's just one of those days

When you feel like you don't know yourself anymore

Suddenly feel so down

Suddenly burst into tear

Suddenly grief for non-existed memories

Just start a day wrong

Make a few silly mistakes

Suddenly feel so sad

Suddenly feel so bad

Wish someone will blow out my brain

Wish some rain will wash out my pain

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Nobody wants a sick child

So it was left alone in the back house

Nobody wants to touch it

As the disease made it looks like a monster

Day and night

It keeps crying alone in the dark

As the illness slowly kills it from inside.

Until one day, it can't stay in the dark no more

It runs away

To where it doesn't need to know

Anywhere

Into the wood it runs

And before it knows

It has fallen down to the demon's den

"The demon hunts down human

"As he can only become human once he consumes one"

The witches whispered

But this demon

"My demon"

The sick child argues

'He doesn't eat human

He loves cabbage and mushroom

He cheers like a child when there is a chicken on the table

He treats me like a friend

While no human ever does

He doesn't even have horns

All he has are fluffy tail and ears!"

The demon cried

He loves the child

So he told the child not to go near him on a full moon

And every full moon

The demon will disappear into the deep wood

Leaving the child in a warm blanket

While he himself ran under the starry night

Once, curiosity came over the child

So it followed the trail left by the demon

And Death had never been more beautiful

Fur like fire

Eyes like stars

And Death had never been warmer

"Did he who made the Lamb made thee?"

The child whispered as it embraced Death

Crimson fangs dig deep into its neck

By the morning, there was no child nor demon in the wood

Only a naked beautiful man bathing in blood

No tears were rolling down the man's face

As all his tears had been washed away

And the man wondered

"How the Lord made a devil like me?"

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I swear this dude has the most disconnected brain. Their flow of thought is so disconnected and easily distracted that it took us hours to understand the full story.

DREAMS DIARY

The common interest that me and my friends share are our dreams. We all believe that dreams can reflect our inner selves, convey our deepest thoughts or wants. We discuss our dreams a lot and now with everyone's permission, I will post our dream compilations here.

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"My dear child,

I still remember vividly the day you came to this world. The sun was burning and the sky was melting. You were forced out of your mama's sanctuary on a hot day like the whole world is on fire.

Your scream pierced through the land and our nanny swore that she had never heard any crying like yours: so fearsome, so angry, and so full of life.

You were born with so much anger, I had thought that you were the incarnation of the world's hatred. Like you were bearing the whole world's wrath in your little red squinting face, so grumpy, so annoyed, with your little fists and kicks in the air. You cried harder than any child we knew, you screamed fiercer than anyone we knew. You were easy to be pissed off, to lose control and rage.

But it was even scarier when you were quite. You looked so done, so disappointed, like you don't mind if the world ends right now. And you being silent is our true horror. So, my dear child, don't ever be silent. Crying, kicking, screaming, you can do everything to shout out your voice.

Let the world hear you. Let the world know your wrath if it's deserved so.

Your papa."

- Me writing to my OC -

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What's the point?

What's the point of saying anything

If nobody's gonna understand it anyway?

What's the point of sharing anything

If everyone's gonna direct their gaze away?

What's the point of doing anything

If nothing's gonna change anyway?

What's the point?

What's the point of anything, anyway?

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Yes, I'm selfish

So what?

What's wrong with loving myself more than loving others

You lucky people will never understand

You have your family

While I have to raise myself up

You have someone loves you

While I have none

So if I don't love myself then who will?

So if I don't protect myself then who will?

I'm not a self-less hero

I priority my life more than anything

Because if I'm not

Then no one will

I'm not a damsel in distress with a prince charming who will solve all my problems

So if I don't save myself first

Then no one will

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I'm disgusted by my father. And I resent my whole family. My father was my childhood's hero. And everything was fine until I stop lying to myself. He keeps touching me here and there. He slides his hand under my panty and gropes my ass. He keep touching my butt whenever he wants to. And if he did that discreetly and suspiciously, I would know that he was up to no good and I would beat him right then and there. But he keeps doing it openly, casually then laughs it off, makes a joke out of it, like it is natural, like it's just some pranks between father and child. He said parents are too shy to talk to their kids about puberty and sexual things, and that is no good. Saying that we have to be educated about that so we don't make the wrong choice. And the reasons sounded fine until it didn't. He starts talking to me about how two people having sex and he starts commenting on my body and he starts asking if I do masturbate or not.

I'm fucking confused. Does he know what he is doing? Does he know but do it anyway? Is it intentionally? Or is it really just a joke? And I'm scare to find out. He was no longer my hero. But still I don't want to destroy the illusion. Not only so, everyone in my family know about it, too, because, as I have already said, he does it openly, right in front of everyone. And everyone, my mother, my siblings, they don't say anything and don't comment on anything. And I don't know if they also think that's nothing more than a joke or they think it's weird but pretending like everything is fine. Is this normal? Am I the one who is weird? I'm already the outcast of the family and I don't want to be worse by saying stuffs like I'm being sexually harassed by my father because I'm delusional and overthinking.

I'm confused and scared. So so scared that I can't get my thoughts out in my mother language. So so scared that all I want is to run away, far and far and never look back.

Now going to university in another country is my only hope to run away.

Please let me grow up safe and sound.

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Today is a light yellow day

The yellow of the evening

The first color of sunset

It's a lonely yellow

Felling left behind by the world.

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I'm not alone.

That is a lie.

A lie I'm desperate to believe.

I will create a phenomena

Which will dominate the waking world

And conquer the sleeping realm

I will bring my dream to the world

Turn them into reality

People will talk about my stories like talking about the news

They will refer to my imaginary friends as their acquaintance

And the fables will forever live on

My name will be the name of a new era

I will make the world believes in my lie

I will tug people into my dream

I will turn my lie into a concrete truth

I'm not alone.

Not anymore.

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What is the point of saying everything out loud if it will never be understood

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I have a real badass friend

My childhood friend is the type that will use her head to escape when being attacked or robbed because, and I quote, it's not worth beating up someone who takes action not for their honour nor pride but to satisfy the instinct of the beast inside...also, you know, I can tell from the way he grabs my wrist that he is a noob, there is just no fun in beating up someone like that, I don't want to be accused of animal abuse you know.

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Creativity comes at the most unexpected time.

“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.

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Today is a light blue gray. I had a mental breakdown. After crying everything out. I feel nothing. There is nothing left inside me. I don't feel anything anymore. No anger, no sadness, no happiness, no attachment, nothing. My body is oh so light and sleepy. Maybe I can go today.

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so here goes another character idea based on my friends:

A is known for being very expressive, they literally can't lie about anything because their emotion is all showed on their face. But little did everyone know that it's not like they can't hide anything, but it's because they deliberately choose not to hide anything. For them, what they really feel is not something to hide, but something to show, to signal other people either to keep talking or shut the fuck up.

They choose to show their happiness when they're happy so that other people feel motivated, they choose to show their anger when they are angry so that other people know when to get out of their way.

So when they lie, when they hide their intentions, no one knows. The victim of their hatred will never know they are being fooled.