-------- ANNOUNCEMENT -------- Hi everyone! s2 ❤️🩹 Please forgive my absence, okay? Hahahaha. Of course, that is, if anyone missed me, right? Hahahaha. It turns out I ended up hurting my eyes and need to give them a rest. I injured my cornea and conjunctiva, so I can't look at screens for too long and need to take some precautions these days. I will be around here, yes! But I'm warning you that you'll probably find me wearing sunglasses. Hahahaha. Will I look strange? YES! Don't expect much dignity from me at this moment. 😂 For now, I'll only be online at pre-arranged times, okay? I need to respect the recovery time and not abuse my eyes. Sooooo, if anyone wants to chat, let me know s2

Lara's Diary - Chapter 3 I like reading your messages. I think I've gotten used to them. Sometimes, I find myself waiting for your reply, as if that interval were longer than it actually is. I've gotten used to you. Maybe that's crazy. Maybe it's too soon for any label. But there's something in that space between being able to talk to you and not being able to, and it always makes me a little apprehensive. I don't know exactly how to explain what I feel. It's all still very confusing. Words seem too small to encompass what's happening inside. There's only one thing I'm sure of. I feel it.

Hey... just popping in quickly to explain my upcoming absence. I won't be able to log in today and, most likely, I won't be able to log in tomorrow either. I'm dealing with a health issue and ended up in the hospital 😅 If I take a while to reply or go some time without updating, it's because the signal here is terrible. I hope you all have a wonderful night ❣️

Lara Frost's Diary - Chapter 2 Maybe I'm a poet. Or maybe I'm just a girl trying to play with loose words, piecing together letters like someone collecting seashells at the edge of the sea, hoping that one of them hides an entire universe. It's funny wanting to frame words that were born precisely to remain free. Some accept the frame. Others escape through the cracks, insisting on remaining wind, silence, longing. I discovered that there are feelings that allow themselves to be written and others that simply pass through us. The more I try to describe them, the more they transform into something that doesn't fit on paper. Perhaps because certain emotions weren't made to be explained, but only lived. Writing has never been about finding answers. It's always been about keeping the questions company. Maybe that's why I keep returning to the blank pages. They never ask me for certainties. Only sincerity. And, in the end, maybe poetry doesn't even reside in words. Maybe it lives precisely in the spaces between one sentence and another, where each person finds a different meaning, a different memory, a different piece of themselves. If that's the case... I think I'll keep writing not so that people understand me, but so that, somewhere, someone will recognize themselves in me.

Lara Frost's Diary - Chapter 1 There are mistakes no one should make. And there are those that a camgirl knows she should never allow herself to make. But between knowing and doing, there's a chasm. Am I so wrong for feeling so much? For believing, even for a moment, that it could be real? That, perhaps, I could cross the screen and find something beyond it? Ah, Lara... Naive Lara. Just as she arrived, the wind took her away.