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What do you even do with that.. 😧

I would have moved out of the house immediately.

Very exciting! 🫡

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

WE BELIEVE!!

I believe! This is going to be epic!

Best Map! I BELIEVE IN #JOEHENDRY Joe Hendry

The GOAT FAM GRAND SLAM is ON. Grind your way to glory—every 300 races and/or BRs by July 6 = 1 raffle entry. Stack entries, win BIG. On July 7 at 5PM ET, 100 winners will be chosen in simulation races. Prizes? You pick: 30 TC, 100 MM, or a Goat Island Layer! #MarblesOnStream

Back in the day craziness! #MarblesOnStream

Coming back to full-time streaming after everything I went through—physically, mentally, emotionally—felt like a dream I wasn’t sure I’d ever reach again. But you all came back in full force, and I’ll never forget that. Thank you for continuing to support me for almost 5 years.

I’m not chasing clout. I’m not faking energy or playing nice to stay relevant. I support who I connect with—genuine people, real moments. I can’t be bought. I won’t be fake. I don’t move for optics—I move with intention. I’m human. I’ve got flaws, struggles, and days where I

People who start drama and talk shit aren’t bold—they’re starving. Starving for attention. Starving for control. They twist truth, weaponize pain, and manipulate others into fighting battles that were never real. They burn bridges, play victim, then cry when they’re left alone.

Streaming is wild. You give everything—energy, time, pieces of yourself— and some days, you don’t even have anything left for you. You cancel. You disappear. You burn out. And somehow… they still show up. Like you’ve earned a kind of love you don’t always feel worthy of. Most

When all your friends are streamers, you realize— you can’t be in every chat, every moment, every milestone. And that guilt creeps in like you’re not doing enough. But we’re all out here chasing something. Trying to grow. Trying to stay sane. Trying to support others while

I’ve destroyed parts of my life I prayed for. Because when they finally showed up, I didn’t trust them. I thought maybe life was playing a trick. Maybe the timing was too perfect. Maybe I wasn’t ready. So I pulled away slowly—stopped replying, stopped showing up, stopped trying.

I share what’s on my mind because the loneliest feeling is thinking you’re the only one hurting. You’re not. Life gets tangled, emotions echo. Letting it out has been healing for me—and if it eases someone else’s weight too, that’s more than enough.

Early on, I built everything by streaming non-stop. 18-hour days felt normal— not because I was thriving, but because I didn’t know how to stop. Eventually, my body gave out. And now I sit in this weird limbo: craving the rush, missing the high— but knowing if I go back to it,

Since I turned 30, I’ve been playing it safe—quiet nights, bottled emotions, convincing myself comfort was peace. But last night? I broke the routine. I drank, I danced, I felt. And for the first time in a decade… I was alive. Not scrolling. Not numbing. Alive. It wasn’t the