the burn book.
written & silently screamed into a pillow by: sam lowe
trigger warning & disclosure:
if you came for sunshine & rainbows,
hit the back button now.
inside: trauma talk, abuse receipts, rage, grief, dark-humor coping, and the occasional middle-finger emoji.
✨🖕🏻✨
this is me navigating co-conspired collapse solo.
what this is (and what it isn’t)
personal narrative → first-person feelings, not sworn testimony.
strategic catharsis → my brain-dump, not a how-to manual, legal brief, or universal truth.
protected speech → opinion + lived experience, shielded by the First Amendment & anti-SLAPP statutes.
already vetted → any actual fact i name is backed by records and/or already filed with courts / law enforcement.
what you won’t find here
professional mental-health advice
step-by-step guides to surviving your own case
identifying info that isn’t already public record
sometimes it’s rage.
sometimes it’s dark humor.
sometimes it’s me crying into my coffee at 3 a.m.
read if you choose.
— sam lowe
unsent bullets ✶
(thoughts i don’t say out loud because they’re true and therefore…mean.)
➔ sprinting toward a boyfriend who won’t slow-jog to a ring—full joker parade, confetti included.
➔ no, i don’t think you’re hot—hit the gym, hit a vegetable, idk...man.
➔ baby, it’s weird—right? how your side-girl still obsessively refreshes my feed while simultaneously flunking self-respect 101—remedial clown hours.
➔ no—yeah, letting kids get abused on your watch, willingly and knowingly…makes you a bad mom. no footnotes, no sympathy credits.
➔ babe, you’re sobbing over the walmart-wife starter pack while her legal husband sleeps next to her in the double-wide. next channel.
➔ bro, i don’t need your sad-boy trauma powerpoint—can you even google “how to ask a question?” no slow clap.
➔ your son’s not misunderstood, ma—he’s incompetent. stop bubble-wrapping his spinelessness.
➔ dream girl? please. you raw-dogged her in the backseat while your babymama grew your spawn. gold star for trash.
➔ wild that you pitched “let’s make a family” then bolted like a toddler who heard the word “bedtime.” talk about babydaddy speed-run to ghost-mode.
➔ your entire travel life “arc” was my summer filler episode in 2015. skip.
➔ all that hype and your dick still stuttered—aren’t you thirty? book a doctor, seek help. no, it’s not normal.
➔ never volunteered for the mouth-to-soft-serve rescue. hard pass. abort mission.
➔ you’d crucify a woman for outdated-recycled-gym-thirst-traps, yet you rolled in serving santa-belly beta. update the files, jesus christ.
➔ jealousy isn’t a personality, babe—it’s giving incognito stalker with push alerts on. get a hobby.
➔ him? hubby folklore: absentee babydaddy, wants a wife to bankroll his broke-boy fantasies. comeback tour cancelled.
➔ insecure over a single-mom law student escaping dv? weird flex. seek therapy, not my socials.
for legal reasons, this is a vibe.
consider this your character development arc. you’re welcome.