Aida, 16 år

Om mig

I’m a nonchalant dread head but also maybe a glitch in the simulation. My aura smells like cocoa butter and existential dread. I walk like I just remembered gravity exists. My dreads hold secrets from alternate timelines — one of them might’ve seen the universe get rebooted. I don’t chase energy, I let it trip over itself trying to impress me. People say I look chill, but that’s just because my third eye is on airplane mode. I talk in lowercase on purpose because uppercase letters feel like yelling. I drink water like it’s a ritual. My silence has background music only I can hear — mostly lo-fi beats and distant screaming. I text “ight” and suddenly everyone starts overthinking. My vibe is nonchalant, but my inner monologue is fighting demons in slow motion. If I seem detached, it’s because I left part of my soul in the fridge next to the almond milk.