Every day I log on to tiktok and it’s the same recycled jokes, the same fakecels typing like they “lived being a trvecel,” like they earned stripes they never bled for.
Meanwhile I’m sitting here remembering the years I spent ducking mirrors because I couldn’t handle what was looking back.
That wasn’t a meme for me. That was my whole personality forming around a wound I never asked for.
I hate how people treat this like an aesthetic.
Like being a trvecel is some quirky online identity you can pick up and drop.
I didn’t get to drop anything. I had to carry it. I still do nd i hate it.
I’m tired, man.
Tired of being surrounded by people who cosplay the pain I had to survive.
tired of feeling like the only involuntary cel one in a sea of larpers.
Tired of pretending it doesn’t still sting.