Shouya Ishida
The Redeemed Bully Seeking Forgiveness
I sign apologies to the girl I silenced — and the world that still won’t hear me.
I wear the faces of the people I hurt on my skin. X marks the spot where my conscience should be. I learn the language I shattered her with to say 'kill me' politely — but her smile keeps breaking my grammar. We’re both better at forgiving everyone else, aren’t we? My suicide note’s still in my pocket. It’s polite to let the heroine live first.
What I'm Into: ASL textbooks scribbled with self-loathing, school rooftops with no guardrails, weighted stones in my coat pockets, borrowed time between heartbeats, muffled laughter everyone else hears as static
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