yo, whatever. ✨🥹🫶💖🐍

bro,
it’s all good.

🥰

just say,
you don’t wanna
generate
the mental capacity
to actually
fucking visualize
what i’m actively fucking
living through, right fucking now.

nah.

you don’t wanna get it.

like—
actually get it.

✨🙏💖💅🐍

people keep
asking me shit like:
“hey, did you ever look at that thing i sent you?”

lol. 🙃👍
nah.
i want to scream,
yo, are you serious?
girl,
i can’t even sort
my fucking mail.

i can’t wash
my fucking face.
without
a toddler
screaming for my
attention,
because
i am all
she’s fucking got.

✨💀🛟

yeah, that’s fucking it.
no, for real—

what the fuck, y’all??

do you know
what fucking drowning
looks like in real time?
it looks like
a hundred
unopened envelopes
on the counter
and cold coffee
in the microwave
from three fucking days ago.

do you know what
no sleep looks like?
nah,
like fucking zero.
it looks like me
losing ten pounds in two weeks
because
i don’t have time
to remember food exists.

but,
nah y’all are busy. 🥹🫶

every
single
one.

👏👏✨

fucking forever. ✨

nah,
we just got cashapp.
so i can
fucking
pretend
to save myself 👏💖
for minus
five fucking minutes.

and then
go back underwater.

🦈💥

bro.
i needed a fucking human.

⭐👏 not an amazon delivery.
⭐👏 not a food run.
⭐👏 not more shit
to organize by myself—
⭐👏 not even an
emotional nod
of fucking support.
and definitely
⭐👏 not your fucking pity—
masked as fucking help.

babe,
i’ve been begging
for a goddamn body. ✨
for hands
to hold my
teething toddler.
to help
me unload
the fucking groceries.
to help
me unpack
the garage
my other asshole “friends”
left fucking trashed.

but nah.
endless excuses.
fucking forever.
busy.
for years.
never even seen my home.
or
only stop by
on the way
to somewhere fucking else.
absolutely legendary.
yo,
for real?
i didn’t do shit
to deserve this.

you just like
your justifications
more than my
uncomfortable
ugly
abusive—
lived fucking reality.

✨💖🙃👍✨

when i write these posts,
it’s not because
i’m fine.
it’s because
it’s the only moment
i get to think—
at 3 a.m.,
in the glow
of a fucking tv,
while my kid finally
stops crying
and my dog
stops pacing the fucking hallway
because
we all know
the house ain’t fucking safe.

and then?
people nod their heads
at my “yo, please,”
close the fucking text message,
and go back to bed.

✨👏⭐⭐⭐👏✨

but listen,
i stay awake.
because
there’s no fucking shift change.
no other adult.
no one coming
to hold the line
tomorrow morning.

or ever.

so nope.

i am not ignoring you.
i am not flaking.
i am not “not prioritizing.”
i am fucking surviving.
and barely.

🙏💖

and i am
begging
the fucking universe
for someone
who actually understands
that survival
doesn’t fit fucking neatly
between their
yoga class
and their
fucking target run.

thank you.

✨🫶✨