Soul Scribbles
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Welcome to my public therapy journal—grab a snack.
Writing the things we’re all feeling but don’t always say.
Think of this as your favorite late-night vent session, with a side of me too
The mind, a reservoir that takes in a lot
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Once upon A letter
(Notice to the readers: if u don't know Jungle or B language, you might not understand this paragraph). It looked very much like Jungle language but instead of the A's you would see in Jungle language it was Z's. Wait a minute! on a closer look, this is Jungle language but opposite, instead of vowels to numbers and A added to consonants, it was consonants to numbers and Z added to vowels, wow just wow very intelligent 😲😯
By Soul Scribbles8 months ago in Chapters
Once upon A letter
ONCE UPON A LETTER💌 Towards 2 years ending, should be either November or December, can't really say. I went out for my early morning jogging, on my way back, that was 25 minutes past 7,I could remember the date vividly because it was probably the ending of a love story that day, or perhaps the beginning 🤔 ©Soul Scribbles
By Soul Scribbles8 months ago in Chapters
Kissed by a rat
KISSED BY A RAT 🐀🐭 🐀 Tired from the 2 shifts I had today; mine which was an afternoon shift and my friend's which was a night shift, she had gone home early to take care of her sick kid and pleaded with me to take her shift, I just couldn't say no, it's my weakness🥲.
By Soul Scribbles8 months ago in Fiction
BETRAYAL SERIES
I met him in the softest season of my life. I was finally learning to like myself again after a string of wrong people and wrong decisions. He felt quiet. Like warmth. Like the pause after a long sigh. I wasn’t looking for love—not the messy, consuming kind. But there he was, sitting across from me at a friend's dinner party, asking how I took my coffee like it was the most important thing in the world.
By Soul Scribbles9 months ago in Psyche
BETRAYED SERIES
It wasn’t the betrayal itself that shattered me. It was who it came from. You never expect the knife from the ones you hand your heart to with both hands, trusting they'll be careful with it. That’s the kind of betrayal that doesn’t make you angry at first — it just makes you quiet. The kind of person who knew where I kept my spare keys, who could tell when I was upset just by the way I typed a text. We had grown up inside each other’s lives — sleepovers, bad breakups, job losses, whispered dreams about the futures we were sure we'd chase side by side.
By Soul Scribbles9 months ago in Humans
TIDAL MIND
Some days, I wake up feeling like the sun cracked open just for me. My mind races with brilliant thoughts, too fast to pin down. My body is a fire that doesn’t burn—just glows. I talk fast. I clean everything. I text friends I haven’t spoken to in months. I believe in every idea I’ve ever had, all at once.
By Soul Scribbles9 months ago in Psyche
