⚠️This is something that happened to me, so please be nice!⚠️

June 12th, 2024, 10:45 AM. I saw a notification from her, And when I read it, my heart sank.

Ever since then, I can’t stop thinking about it. “It’s not your fault.” She says, But a thought lingers around in the back of my mind: “Yes it is, it’s all my fault.”

It makes me sick when I think about what you said. “I feel suffocated in this friendship.”

And all these unanswered questions float around in my mind. “How long has she been avoiding this?” “How do I fix this?” “Why didn’t she tell me sooner?” “What did I do that made her feel like this?”

Everything seems to be back to normal, But I still think about it. June 12th, 2024, 10:45 AM.

Oh boy, here's a tale of mixed messages and confusion, Where two couples' vacation plans faced a wild illusion. Sally and Tom were dreaming of a tropical affair, They told their partners all about it, with great care.

Sally said, "We'll be on an island, in a cabana so grand!" But poor John heard, "We'll be on an island, buried in sand." He packed shovels and buckets, eager for a sandy retreat, Only to find Sally disappointed when they reached this feat.

Meanwhile, Liz had whispered to Mark with a sly smile, "Our getaway will be full of adventure and style." But Mark heard, "Our getaway will be full of denture and bile." So he brought along his grandma's teeth, oh what a trial.

Liz was baffled to see Mark's dental possession, And Mark couldn't understand Liz's angry expression. Then there was the issue of "you're" and "your" too, Which added more chaos to this crazy vacation stew.

Sarah texted Chris, "Don't forget you're swimsuit!" But Chris read it as, "Don't forget your fruit." Confused, he filled his suitcase with oranges and pears, While Sarah stood there, in disbelief and despair.

And then there was Kathy, who said with a wink, "We'll have some alone time, with no time to think." But Jeff heard, "We'll have some alone time, with no drink." So he packed his bar cart, as if they were going to sink.

As the trip unfolded, chaos reigned supreme, With misunderstandings causing a hilarious theme. The couples argued, frustrated beyond belief, Their vacation dreams now tainted with grief.

But amidst the mishaps, they found a way to laugh, Realizing that miscommunications are just a gaffe. They learned to clarify and listen with care, To avoid misunderstandings and future despair.

So next time you plan a vacation with your loved one, Take a moment to ensure the message is well-spun. And remember, it's not just about the destination, But the joy and laughter in every miscommunication.

If just by being a human I deserve something, Then I deserve better than myself. Because I deserve nothing. And I know what the responses will be like, But you don’t know me. You don’t know why it isn’t enough, Why it gets more difficult to deny these thoughts about myself, Why sometimes I indulge them.

And some days, When I feel a little more sane, I tell myself I need to say something. That I need to share more than what’s already out there, And I’m so confused. I think I’ve already started replacing memories in my head. I’m unsure what I have done, And I don’t know what to do now.

I don’t get it. What am I not understanding? What is the secret to being happy?

The meds aren’t doing their job anymore. If the dose gets higher than why does the anxiety get worse?

I’m kind enough I think. I deserve better than this mess of a person, But I don’t always feel I deserve to be happier. They’re not one and the same anymore.

But I guess I’m equating “want” with “deserve” I want to be someone else. The grass is greener over there, you know? I feel like the cause of my own suffering. And I do want to be happy, But more than anything I just don’t want to feel this way anymore. But that’s what I want, Not what I deserve.

Warnings and reports ignored, indirectly Bush
did 9/11

Who’s on first Oh no, that’s the worst Do you mean Who? Or who, that’s who.

Remember old skits Laughter and fits Good old times Missing mine

Comedy makes laughter Silliness we’re after Makes life easy Living breezy Tessa🦋

You said you loved me And I thought that meant that you loved me What a silly girl Believing such a pipe dream

You said you wanted me Forgive me for believing just that What a foolish girl There’s no such thing as a fantasy

What is that smell? I have to know! Is it a spell? That’d be whack, yo.

I gave it a sniff; I let out some giggles. I gave it a whiff; My diaphragm wiggles.

This thing doesn’t smell ‘bad’ Like an odor would. If you thought that, lad, You’re misunderstood.

It’s always a misunderstanding Every time Nothing you do to hurt us is valid Because it was misunderstood

Rumors About how we “kicked you out” Telling secrets that weren’t yours to share You pulled the pity act Because it was all a misunderstanding

I hate you Don’t want to see Don’t want to talk to you Don’t want you in my life Get out of my life I’m so glad your gone

I'll watch my tone But remember your own Because it turns your words into a poison

“What is this?” Holding up a small purple stud. “Babe, (look of amusement) that is YOUR earring” (Eyebrow raise) The click I do have some of similar color.. it was a pack. I smile, “mmmhmmm” He laughs, “you handed it to me in the middle of the night weeks ago.” I lean over and quickly peck his lips. Then slide the earring in my purse to see if I have a match later.