What is something you wish would disappear?

Hey here's an idea, how about my clients quit trying to screw me out of my time for so little cash, and they actually start to pay on time and keep their commitments so I can keep mine? Does that work for you, smart-asses?

Dear Senator Arnold,

I hope this letter finds you well, but I have a pressing matter that requires your immediate attention. My name is Rebecca Slater, and I have come into possession of some rather sensitive information that pertains to you and your fellow Republican senators.

I am giving you a unique opportunity to handle this situation quietly. If my demands are not met, I will release the email addresses, personal addresses, and phone numbers of ten Republican senators—information that could jeopardize not only your positions but also your families and private lives. The release will occur on January 5th at 10:00 AM, and I assure you, once the clock strikes, it will be too late to avert the fallout.

To prevent this unfortunate situation, I am asking for a cash payment of $60,000. The payment must be placed in an Amazon delivery envelope and discreetly left at my front door. I trust you understand the necessity for anonymity in this matter.

I expect to receive confirmation of this arrangement by April 14th. Failure to comply will leave me no choice but to proceed with the information leak, as I have nothing to gain from keeping it secret if my demands are ignored.

Consider this a chance to safeguard not only your career but also the privacy of those around you. You have until the deadline to respond, and I hope you will choose wisely.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Slater

I just found out what you've been doing behind my back, and I can't believe it. You completely shattered my trust, and I don't know how I'll ever get past this. I hope you realize the damage you've caused, because this is unforgivable.

No one warns you about that part of growing up. Everyone talks about bills and responsibilities and taxes, but no one prepares you for that aching, quiet moment when you look around and realize… everyone changed. Everything changed.
The kid you used to ride bikes with until the streetlights came on? The one who swore you'd be friends forever, who knew your secrets and favorite snacks and the exact rhythm of your laugh? You barely recognize them now. They're busy, distant, or just... gone. Maybe they moved. Maybe they got married. Maybe they just stopped reaching out. And you keep trying to tell yourself that's normal, that's life—but deep down, it stings. It burns.
And it's not just them. It’s your parents. Your siblings. Your old teachers. Even your hometown feels unfamiliar now. Smaller. Sadder. Like someone picked it up and shook all the meaning out of it while you weren’t looking.
you start to wonder if the people you remember were ever really real... or just fragments of who they were in that tiny little window where you all existed in the same bubble of innocence, before life got messy and complicated and lonely. And then you ask the worst question of all: did you change too? Did someone else feel this way about you?
No going back. Just a vague ache in your chest every time you pass a playground or hear a song that played at some long-forgotten birthday party, and suddenly you're mourning people who are still alive but no longer the versions you loved.

That’s the heartbreak no one talks about: watching people grow into strangers.

You've read my message. Said nothing. That says everything about you.
You know what’s funnier? It wasn’t even a big message. It was a simple check-in just me showing up for you in a small way, like I always do. You saw it. You looked at it. You knew I was there. And then you chose silence.

That wasn’t forgetfulness. That wasn’t being busy. That was a decision. A loud, clear, passive-aggressive decision that screamed: you don’t matter to me.

You made me feel disposable. Like an extra in your life’s blooper reel. Like my time, my words, my presence none of it mattered. And the worst part? I let you. I gave you that power. I let myself believe that maybe you were different. That maybe this connection, this weird, chaotic, lovely thread between us, actually meant something.

But nah. I see it now.

You only respond when it benefits you. You only show up when it’s convenient. I was just someone to keep around when you were bored, or lonely, or needed a little ego boost. And when you were done? You dropped me with the efficiency of someone who’s done this a lot.
I hope one day you realize what it feels like to be invisible to someone you cared about. I hope someone you trust does this to you. And maybe then you’ll feel the exact sting you left behind in my chest: the quiet pain of being seen, but never really seen.
But don’t worry. I won’t message again. I don’t beg twice. I just leave—and when I leave, it’s for good.

#Overyou #ITried #Seen

ugh why all kids books so short and dumb?? like seriously how many times duck gotta go quack quack on same page?? whole book just “cat sat” then “cat nap” and boom story over. no plot, no point, just pictures of smiling animals doin nothin. and why they always gotta rhyme? not even good rhyme, just weird words smushed together like some kind of baby rap. who wrote this?? a goldfish??

The dog will not leave me alone. I took him out(he pooped, peeded, sniffed around), gave him water and food, lots of pets but he won't leave me alone. Kinda stuck to the side of my leg like he is waiting for me to have a health episode or something. Follows me closely room to room. He is not a health alert dog and I'm not a person who needs a health alert dog LOL Like he wont go away!!!! WHAT DOES HE WANT?!!!

It sucks being madly in love with someone who wants nothing more to do with you. I wish there was something I could do to win your heart but sadly there isn't. I love you and I always will!

People confuse attachment and lust with love way too often.

Sometimes I just want to scream into the FUCKING void. It’s like I’m drowning in everyone else’s needs, and no one even notices I’m struggling to breathe. I feel invisible, like I’m just here to serve a purpose for others, and when I’m not needed, I don’t exist. It’s exhausting, and I’m so tired of pretending I’m okay when I’m not.