watching your fav gchild struggle in ways you expected of your least favorite is an ironic twist of fate, surprisingly satisfying, especially as the one you overlooked is now thriving, blossoming against all odds.
is there guilt in finding pleasure in this unexpected reversal?
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my unspoken sentiments
Randomthis isn't a diary; it's a collection of my unspoken thoughts, unsent tweets, unexpressed words, and unvoiced rants. documenting everything here so i can reflect on it later.
