I think about karma a lot—the cause and effect of morality.
I’ve done a lot of shitty things in the past and I paid the price for it. I hope those who did me dirty get theirs. I would love that for me.  To those who’ve ghosted, backstabbed, or generally brought the vibe down…I’m out here with my ube popcorn waiting for karma to drop its next episode. Petty? Maybe. Satisfying? Absolutely.
I officially quit the time-wasting business. Time is the one thing I can’t buy (at least not yet until they’ve perfected gene editing and time dilation). I’m spending time with those who matter—doing things that I enjoy (minus the thrill of household chores) and trying new things. My friends know that they’re fucking special because they know I’ll go to the ends of the earth for them. I’ve got acquaintances like I’ve got e-mails: a lot. But the real inner circle? That’s VIP, password-protected because adulting means learning about boundaries. Plus, I’ve got trust issues and I just don’t have the bandwidth for nonsense anymore.
Side note, I’ve got bruising on my face from the mesotherapy injections. It’s bound to happen with the thousands of capillaries in the face. I just have to wear makeup to cover it so it doesn’t look like I got punched in the face.
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