😤 Rants
A space for saying the things I usually swallow. These posts are raw, sarcastic, and sometimes a little too honest—but that’s the point. Whether I’m spiraling over a book ending, roasting a trend, or venting about something that made me feel small, this is where the filter drops and the feelings get loud. It’s messy, cathartic, and weirdly healing. If I needed to scream into the void, it probably ended up here.
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Why Do I Have to Be the Bigger Person?
Let me get this straight: I’m supposed to bite my tongue, swallow my pride, and play nice—for her? The person who has never, not once, done the same for me? Yeah, no. That’s not happening. I’m an adult. I make my own choices. And one of those choices is not…
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Just Adding Another Letter to the Collection: My OCD Journey
So, apparently, I collect acronyms now. AuDHD, PTSD, and—surprise!—OCD. Who knew my brain was hoarding diagnoses the way I hoard cool rocks? This past year has been a deep dive into figuring out what’s actually going on mentally, and while I never thought I’d be adding OCD to the list,…
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If You’re Going to Lie, At Least Be Good at It
Listen, if lying is your full-time job, at least put some effort into it. Because at this point? It’s just embarrassing. When you lie about everything—big things, small things, things that don’t even matter—you lose the ability to make people believe you when it does count. That’s the problem with…
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The Words You’ll Never Hear emily.
You’ll never hear this because I’ll never let you back into my life. But if I could say everything I wanted to, without filters, without holding back, this is what I’d say: Fuck you. You made my life hell. You turned home—a place that should have been safe—into a battlefield…
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Starting Fresh, With a Little Baggage (Okay, Maybe a Lot)
Let’s be real: starting a new relationship is already nerve-wracking. There’s excitement, butterflies, and that terrifying moment when you realize, oh crap, I actually like this person. But when you’re carrying a backpack stuffed with past trauma, mental health struggles, and a history that could be its own dramatic novel?…
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Dear me
Hey, you. Look at you—still standing, still moving forward. There was a time when you thought you’d never get back to yourself. That life would just be something you existed in, not something you truly lived. You lost yourself more than once. And honestly? Some days it felt permanent. But…