bro, call your mommy next time. 💕✊🏻🥺

hey!!
guess what?

i am lawfully allowed
to write about my own experience.

🥹🫂

i am describing:

✨ my feelings,
✨ my opinions,
✨ my read
of what happened in—

a public case.
my life.
my near-death experience—

and

how i have
to continue to
fucking endure it,
the way people
continue to weaponize
my actual survival,
continue to treat me
like i’m the liar,
continue to
lurk on—and harass me.
and babe, that’s
despite the records,
despite the photos,
despite all the…genuine proof.

like damn.

can you imagine
getting literally
repeatedly punched,
two hands around your throat tier
choked out—
gaslight by an entire enterprise,
…actually defrauded???
while you’re in your third trimester?

🎻😭

(ok so—
i’m not going to
actually say,
you wouldn’t last
3 seconds
in my life, but…)

look,
you would be
goddamn exhausted too.

i’m out here squabbling with fucking ghosts.

ok so—bro, to review:
i am not banned from cursing. 🕊️
i am not banned from criticism. 🕊️
i am not banned from noticing
that someone’s behavior
looks wild to me
and calling it ✨projection. 🕊️

lol.

🦄💕🍄🌙❤️✨🦋🌸💫

i am not the one
playing close
to the ethical line here.
i am not the one
—literally—
full-scale ✨stalking✨
a DV victim’s
trauma diary—
that is clearly labeled
“vibes"
nah.

y’all—
i am the one
✨ obsessed ✨
with fucking truth,
the one
refusing to lie
in a room full of people
who seemingly—
personally resonate
*with what feels like*
✨ABUSING PROCESS✨
and pretending
that’s totally neutral.

🥺👉👈✨

ok. do you.

…

✨🧿✨

(a gaze or stare
superstitiously believed
to cause material harm.)

and yo,
i am allowed to witness it.

😇