Journal

the good monster

Among my projects, there are these songs from a video game series I’m translating. Each of these songs have stories and feelings that goes along with it, adding context and depth to the lyrics. One of them features a good monster that I wanted to share with you: There once was a little village that… Continue reading the good monster

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Recovery

living with emotions

I wrote in my foreword/about page that I'm a "textbook Cancer". While I don't place any faith in astrology or horoscopes, yes; my personality happens to closely parallel the profile for someone born under Cancer (sensitive, nurturing, and creative, close to the moon and sea). For a long time, I felt bad about this fun… Continue reading living with emotions

Journal

forgiving god

A/N: The line between "study" and "journal" is somewhat blurred here. I'm unsure where to put it as of now. I might edit out the overly emotional parts (i.e. the angry part) if need be, or replace this with a less emotional thought study. I'd appreciate any feedback on what I should do. I could… Continue reading forgiving god

Journal

anniversaries

TW: This entry refers back to my suicide attempt last year as well as my past abuse. Autumn is only weeks away now, and thank God. After spring, autumn is my favorite season (with winter following very close after autumn, and summer in dead last due to the heat). The moment September started, I started… Continue reading anniversaries

Abuse

what is abuse?

Abuse. Now, that's a loaded word. It's a word some like to ignore/laugh off to avoid facing the pain it carries, or conversely, play the alarmist with to emotionally (over)charge something. I can understand; there's only so much darkness I can take in one sitting, though I do want this matter to be given the care and… Continue reading what is abuse?

Recovery

identity

I always had a strange relationship with my reflection. Ever since I was a very little girl, I'd have this existential crisis whenever I'd see my reflection: "Who is that in the mirror? Is she me? She can't be; if she is, then who am I?" My parents didn't understand. They decided to interpret it… Continue reading identity