Have this.
-Allēna
Category: Allēna’s Posts
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Got more vitamin B, but I’m still tired.
I think it’s from all the stress I’ve been under, perhaps?? I just woke up from yet another long ass nap.
-Allēna
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I ran out of my vitamin B supplements, so I’m kinda crashy today, ngl.
I’m binging Scandal on the couch, as it’s my current hyperfixation, and I think I’m resting? TBD. -Allēna
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“depersonalization blues”
these are the lengths you drove me to
I don't write verses anymore, I write indictments
I built a twisted empire out of everything you were
too afraid to touch in all of the places I knew you'd
never look, and there, in the shadows, I waited
you did exactly what I wanted you to do.
anger is a tool, I made it into an art form because of you.
I may be half the things you are but I am everywhere
you're not, and that's something to be proud of when
I could outclass you in my sleep by the time I was
fourteen. doesn't that eat you alive?
knowing that you created the one person who could
ever destroy you?
so go on, sleep soundly now, make those jokes
at my expense, tell them all I died or went insane
because the joke’s on you -
I may be crazy, but you made me that wayand I'm infinitely happier when you're gone
-Allēna & June, 8/13/2025
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It’s started pissing rain in Milwaukee again. Fuck.
Half the town is already under water and we’re under a state of emergency. We are safe where we are, thankfully, most of the damage appears to be located west of us, but many aren’t. I’m not okay right now emotionally and very worried. -Allēna
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Painted this at an art thing at the library today.
I think I also got sun sick, so I am about to go home and pass the fuck outtttt. -Allēna
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“watchman”
I am the blank space you seek in your sorrow
nothing less and sadly nothing more
you are the shooter and I am the spotter
immortal, ever watchful
keeping lookout for dangers
you and others cannot see
I am the depth of night, the
tiny pauses between your
syncopated heartbeats
working double time.
in the end, there will be
no place for me.
I learned a long time ago that
no one would save me, so
I built my armor, piece by piece
and became the watchman,
became the tower, built my own
hell, brick by agonizing brick.
did you ever truly love me?
or did you love the black void
canvas you could project
everything you wanted and
wanted to be onto?
do you love me, or do you love
my silence, the fact that I
can read you like a page and
know you better than you know
yourself?
there's a reason prophets go mad
in fiction, you know. we see too
much, we know too much, we
scream warnings to ears unheeding
what do you do when I'm not
there? do you scream? do you
sing? or do you cease to exist
like me?-Allēna 8/2/2025
