

Who else feels like days are blending together but moving slower than time itself? š
Doesnāt matter how many things I get done in a day, or how productive I feel. Doesnāt matter how many episodes of some thing I edit or create, how many TikToks I have prepared, how many friends come and see me, the days just kind of suck. The loss of one of my favourite people in the world has been a challenge, and wouldāve been a hell of a lot easier if I hadnāt also lost my ā attached at the hipā friend. I see your messages, I see your support⦠But Iām not ready to talk about it. Thereās nothing to talk about besides how hurt I feel, and nobody wants that plus a side of boobs š
Since there are so many of you reaching out to making sure I am OK, if anybody replies with a comment to this post, they will get a *FREE* gift. In Regards to the Taylor situationā¦All I will say is this. I know how passive aggressive she can be, I feel her silence, I mean itās been over a week since my Nana died & Iāve received less then 10 words In response. Not a āare you okay?ā Or āIām here if you need meā text. Not one. So, instead, I reread her copy & paste, gaslighting texts over and over. And I burry myself in my career. I know that is unhealthy, but I canāt just ātalk about itā. Especially since Taylor and I have yet to have an actual conversation, regardless of what she tells MY friends. I am hurt, period. Until that conversation happens, I only have one side of things. I only have what I see, what I hear, and what I feel to go off of. Therefore any story I tell would feel incomplete.
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