Romantic chemistry is fun until it turns into a science experiment with explosions, regret, and emotional radiation

Adulthood is realizing that “doing nothing” is actually therapy you don’t have to explain to anyone

My dating pool is so dry even red flags are starting to look like personality

Healing isn’t always progress Sometimes it’s learning how to carry chaos without making it loud

If avoidance was an art, I’d have galleries by now— exhibiting unread emails, ghosted responsibilities, and selective memory

I don’t hold grudges I just remember everything in high definition with director’s commentary

I'm not avoiding responsibilities I'm spiritually buffering while waiting for divine Wi-Fi

If I ever get kidnapped, my captors will let me go once I start oversharing trauma with punchlines

Sometimes I miss my old self Then I remember that version was powered by chaos and emotional caffeine

I’m emotionally available as long as it’s casual, convenient, and doesn’t require vulnerability in daylight

My self-worth is stable Until I see a mirror, a wedding invite, or someone doing yoga with inner peace

Ghosting isn’t rude It’s advanced emotional filtering for people who didn’t deserve your battery percentage anyway

I’m not toxic I’m just fluent in detachment, sarcasm, and pretending my silence is spiritual growth

I don’t have trust issues I just know people and I’ve watched how they treat chargers that aren’t theirs

Some people travel to find themselves I get emotionally lost just walking into a room with people I tolerate

My vibe right now is no forced conversations, no fake bonding, just soft detachment and good snacks

My flirting style is subtle I’ll look at your story, ignore your message, then heal from imaginary heartbreak

Healing is messy Sometimes it looks like forgiveness Other times it’s just blocking someone with confidence

I’ve stopped trying to be the bigger person Let karma do her job while I watch from a distance with popcorn and Wi-Fi