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This space isn’t polished or perfect - like me. I write how I feel: messy, honest, sometimes breaking, sometimes blooming.
This is a quiet corner where we can share stories, cry a little, laugh a little, and maybe heal in between the lines.
If you’re here, you’re a friend who’s found yourself amidst the lines of my diary.
Happy Reading !
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👋 Hi, I’m Hitaishi - I live inside words because they’re the only place I don’t have to pretend. I analyze poems especially my own-trying my best at understanding emotional layers and how to doodle words over them. Taylor Swift’s lyrics feel like someone reading my diary back to me, while Friends and Modern Family are where I hide for comfort. I love poetry and music the way some people love people -it's my second home. I hide my heart in the works of Sylvia Plath. Jane Austen’s worlds stay with me because of the beauty she paints with her pen, inscribing my belonging in her books and characters that feel like me unapologetically. Writing is where I place everything I can’t carry anymore. It’s not a hobby- it’s where I talk to myself through my art since I was eight, a space where tears hold meaning and laughter's brewed for dessert. If you have similar likings or would simply like to talk more I'm always up for a chat !
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