
She gave her youth to a cause, and all she got was a police record and the cold stare of a nation scrolling past.
ποΈ Staring Into the Void of a Broken System
Look closely into the eyes of Gretnaβno, not the brand, not the meme, not the headlineβbut the human. Youβll see it. That subtle, hollow flicker. A girl who once burned with fury, now justβ¦ burnt out.
This is what happens when a teenager trades her years for protest signs and a dream that only she supports. When she chooses lectures on climate collapse over TikToks and boy bands. When she bets everythingβher time, her voice, her childhoodβon a belief that if she just shouts loud enough, they will listen. πͺοΈπ’
But βtheyβ never did.
Instead, Gretna finds herself sitting on cold pavement, surrounded by riot gear and flashing badges. Her reward for radical compassion? A system so calcified, so indifferent, it considers empathy a public disturbance. A government that tears up protest laws like parking tickets and hands out terrorism charges like Quality Street. π¬π
And so she staresβnot in rebellion this time, but in realisation.
That maybe the system was never brokenβit was built this way.
That maybe empathy isnβt the foundation of power, itβs the first thing buried beneath it.
That maybeβjust maybeβshe wasted her golden years on ghosts: progress, justice, humanity. All fairy tales, politely ignored by a machine that doesnβt believe in happy endings.
And the British public? Tired. Cynical. Scrolling.
Because why feel when you can forget?
π£ Challenges π£
Has the system hollowed out your hope too? Did you once believe, like Gretna, that change was possible if you just cared enough? Tell us what you see in those eyes. Drop your heartbreak, your disillusionment, your fury, your sarcasm.
π Hit the blog comments. Make noise. Be heard. Or at least, see each other.
The rawest, realest takes will be published in the magazine. ππ€


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