Tag: #Damnit

  • Just like Monday

    Bee. Bee. Bee. You beautiful little emotional tornado—who in the seven-layer salad of societal misjudgments had the gall to call you a gold digger? What, did you ask for a second breadstick at Olive Garden? Did you accept a Venmo request over $3? People are wild. Let’s be real: if you were a gold digger,…

  • WinterGhost

    Just like the name Gotta keep for ghosts I guess Monday says: “When the house is not a home, then leave.” Eve says: “Burn the map again, B.” I am always lost, don’t worry. Love, ~B.

  • Champagne vs. Whiskey Neat

    Title: “Four on the Balcony” [Scene opens: Four separate balconies, four separate lives, all tied together through a group chat. It’s late. The air is thick with nostalgia, overthinking, and just the right amount of denial. Benny starts the conversation.] B: There’s something wrong with the champagne glasses Nidnod handed me a decade ago when…

  • domesticated Cat and A lone Wolf

    __________ A lone wolf is a creature of paradox—wild and untamed, yet deeply bound to instinct and ritual. It hunts alone not because it rejects the pack but because it knows the danger of depending on others too much. Its survival depends on distance. Trust too easily, and it dies. Stay too isolated, and it…

  • Existential Dread with 11% Battery and Tl.

    _________ [Refined Version: Dramatic, Sarcastic, and Gently Chaotic] B: “I’ve had it. I’m rewriting you two from scratch—Amy and M—clean slate, because apparently, existential crises require sequels. [picks up phone: 45 notifications, 6 hours untouched, 11% battery] Right. The world’s been burning and I’m late to the fire. [Calling Tle] B: “Move your ass here.”…

  • The Goddamn QE Exam Again

    [In it] {pause} _______ B: Let’s dance. Q: Nah. Let’s study. You got that QE exam coming. B: The dance is studying. Q: That’s the kind of bullshit that lands you in trouble. B: Trouble is just unsupervised learning. Q: You’re about to be overfitted to hell itself. B: Then I’ll regularize on the way…

  • SSRI, NDRI, Ambien, and Conversation with my Bestie Ex-Shrink

    [A hospital room, walking in, chilling] feeling like a lifetime visiting here, 4 years? __________ [Door cracked Open] B: Hi, Doc. How has it been? Doc: That’s my line, B. But since you asked—same as always. People thinking they want answers when they really want permission to feel what they already know. And you? B:…

  • God, Newton, Siddhartha, and the Ugly Truth About Surrender

    B: “So tell me, the wise one, what does surrender even look like? Is it Buddha sitting under the tree, surrendering to his own death? Is that what surrender really is? Choosing the end? You think that’s the truth? Tell me—analyze it, tear it apart. It’s not about religion. It’s not about discrimination. But do…

  • Faculty of Lost Souls

    Chapter One: Control_Input = 42 In the Faculty of Souls, where the air hums with half-formed thoughts and the scent of burnt coffee lingers like a stubborn ghost, they sit—M, B, K, T, and Mel. Y lingers somewhere beyond, a presence felt but not seen, like the edge of a storm that hasn’t quite arrived.…