Dear DreamBook- My Pastel Goth Life – Entry #30

I think I have powers no one understands… and sometimes I don’t 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 don’t 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 didn’t touch it. I didn’t even move. It was just there, on my shelf one second… 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 else’s hands.

What are my hands capable of?

What am I capable of?

If this is real, then I’m more than just the “weird girl” people whisper about. And that’s exciting… but it also scares me. Because if I can do this when I’m angry, what happens if I completely lose control?

xo, 🖤 I don’t know whether this is a blessing or a curse, 🖤

– Me <3