Wrizzit

Noorie·Mar 9, 2026

You know the feeling of looking back on your childhood, nose stuck in a middle grade novel, the wonder in those pages tainted by the feeling that something is wrong, something is off in reality, but it’s too vast, too.. squishy and wet-clay-like and your hands often itch. The words make more sense. You know the feeling after you realize some things in your teenage years. No, history and oppression hasn’t ended yet. Your entire life, childhood and all, was always drenched in this world, your parents a semi-willing part in this. It’s been a while now, and you’re no longer stunned or hurt or angry… but pitying. You pity their lives and their ignorance but what are you to do as their child? As it is, the warring feelings of being hurt by those you love and who love you but the hurt, the hurt has broken you and feels unforgivable… the warring feelings are more familiar than anything else. Anyways, first post on my profile is the first chap of a story about this feeling.