Dear DreamBook- My Pastel Goth Life ā Entry #30
I think I have powers no one understandsā¦ and sometimes I donāt even understand them either.
Yesterday I got really angry. Not dramatic-angry, just that quiet kind where your chest feels tight and your eyes burn and you donāt know if you want to cry or scream.
I remember clenching my fists, nails digging into my palms, and then…something flew across the room!
I didnāt touch it. I didnāt even move. It was just there, on my shelf one secondā¦ and then smashing against the wall the next, like it had been yanked by invisible strings.
For a moment everything went silent, even my thoughts. The air felt heavy and electric, like the pause before a thunderstorm. My hands were buzzing, almost numb. I stared at them for a long time, pink nail polish chipped and a little smudge of eyeliner on my knuckle, like they were someone elseās hands.
What are my hands capable of?
What am I capable of?
If this is real, then Iām more than just the āweird girlā people whisper about. And thatās excitingā¦ but it also scares me. Because if I can do this when Iām angry, what happens if I completely lose control?
xo, š¤ I don’t know whether this is a blessing or a curse, š¤
– Me <3