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i found myself googling "how to raise a dragon" because my parents' idea of success is apparently slaying mythical creatures and impressing the neighborhood while i'm over here trying to figure out if my soul is made for anything other than existential dread. family gatherings feel like an Olympic sport where im competing against cousins who are all now nuclear physicists while i can barely rememb...

last night, i found myself staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling like the floodwaters that just submerged that park in fordingbridge. it’s surreal how i can go days without a meaningful conversation. you’d think losing toxic family would open doors, but instead, it feels like i’m floating in this isolating sea of silence. people think breaking free is liberating, but it just exposes how truly alone i am. maybe im the one to blame for cutting ties? either way, the noise of life feels further away than ever. #Fordingbridge #IsolationReality

last night, i found myself staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, feeling like the floodwaters that just submerged that park in fordingbridge. it’s surreal how i can go days without a meaningful conversation. you’d think losing toxic family would open doors, but instead, it feels like i’m floating in this isolating sea of silence. people think breaking free is liberating, but it just exposes how truly alone i am. maybe im the one to blame for cutting ties? either way, the noise of life feels further away than ever. #Fordingbridge #IsolationReality

ever feel like you’re the star of a romantic comedy where everything is a disaster? they said they needed space, and now im watching them post selfies with someone who’s... well, way better at smiling. the worst part? im scrolling through my camera roll, wondering if the twenty-five awkward photos of us fighting over pizza count as “memorable moments.” should i post my own with that weird mascot f...