📩 tuan.ghostinthedark@gmail.com
I’m slow to reply—social detox.
But high possibility I’ll read. No friends lol.
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I write so you don’t have to fall into the dark to understand it.
I don’t write tragedy to glorify pain.
I write it to translate—
so even those who’ve never touched the fire
can still feel the echo of its burn.
So they can say,
“Oh. So that’s what it’s like.”
And maybe they won’t have to fall in
just to understand how deep it goes.
Maybe someone already in the pit
will notice a light.
Maybe they’ll look up—
and see sky instead of dirt.
And for those who survived in silence,
with soft voices and hard memories—
I want you to know:
I see you. I’m your friend.
I’m not perfect.
I’m just a ghost crawling out from the depths,
carrying quiet scars where no one can see.
And when you think no one understands,
I’ll whisper:
“I know it hurts like hell.
But I survived.
I hope you can too.”
My stories aren’t puzzles.
You don’t need to study them.
You just need a heart that feels.
I write broken characters
not to be cruel,
but to hold up a mirror and say:
“You’re not alone in the dark.
And maybe—just maybe—
there’s a way out.”