Yes, I have an Attitude

 YES, I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I OWN EVERY BIT OF IT

But let’s be real, this attitude comes with something rare
a loyalty that’s unshakable, untouchable, and unapologetic
I’m the type to ride for the people I care about like it’s my full-time job
I defend, protect, and stay solid even when no one’s watching
I don’t flinch, I don’t fold, and I don’t play pretend

I’ve been through enough in life to know who I am
and I won’t tone that down just to make anyone comfortable
I’m not built to sugarcoat, stay silent, or play submissive to keep people around
If you're in my world, you get the real me
fire, flaws, heart, and all
And trust me, my loyalty is a luxury
It’s not cheap, it’s not common, and it’s definitely not for the weak

You want someone quiet, passive, and easy to manipulate
Wrong girlie. Wrong energy
You want someone who won’t call you out when you’re wrong or stand up for what’s right
Keep scrolling
Because I’m not her

This attitude
It’s built from scars, survival, and self-respect
It’s shaped by lessons people tried to teach me the hard way
And now I wear it like armor

So yeah, I talk back when disrespected
I set boundaries when needed
And I will never beg for a seat at any table I can flip over

We ride hard or not at all
And if you can’t handle the fire
then baby, you were never meant to sit beside me in the first place

#AttitudeWithPurpose #UnapologeticEnergy #RealOnesOnly #TakeMeAsIAm #RideOrDieLoyalty #BuiltFromFire #IfYouCantHandleMeDontComeCloser

People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

 People I follow on TikTok who aren’t celebrities… but absolutely are in their own right.

No Oscars, no Met Gala invites — but in my algorithm, they walk the digital red carpet every day.

Jamie Xie
I think she’s Chinese, and she is Rich Rich. I watch her TikToks for the glam, the luxury, the “my life is a Vogue spread” aesthetic. Just in case I randomly marry rich or win the lottery — I’ll be ready. I won’t act brand new. I’ve studied the material.

Cottage of Brunswick
It’s literally someone restoring a cottage in Brunswick, and yet I wait for updates like it's a Netflix series. The peeling walls, the rustic tiles, the weird DIY choices that somehow work? Comfort content. Like a warm cup of tea but make it interior design.

Back to the Studs
Two gay men in NYC flipping homes and narrating it like it’s a fairytale — but with wood beams and emotional trauma. The voiceover? Soothing. The storytelling? Top tier. They could literally be reading plumbing instructions and I’d still watch.

angelinapj
Yes, I’m Angelina certified. There’s something about her accent, her humor, her storytelling — like I’m on FaceTime with a chaotic but lovable cousin who always has tea. I never swipe past her. She’s a core memory.

diabe.tech
I’m diabetic, and he’s like the Anderson Cooper of Diabetes TikTok. Updates, tips, tech reviews — all served in an easy-to-digest way (pun intended). It’s the only kind of “news” that doesn’t give me anxiety.

1. sherwinables
   Unhinged in the best way. Every post is something totally different — a chaotic costume, a mini play, a or a jest about the upper management. I never know what to expect, and that’s exactly why I’m watching. Niche internet gold.

90 Days

 

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything personal, so this one goes in deep.

For a while now, I’ve been struggling—really struggling—with grief. It’s the kind of weight that sneaks up on you, settles in your chest, and stays there no matter how loud the world gets. I didn’t really know how to cope. So I did what many people do when they don’t want to feel: I hid. And my hiding place? Alcohol.

It started as a way to get through the nights. Then the days. Then everything in between. I told myself I was living, but really, I was just surviving.

But here’s where the story shifts.

I’m 3 months sober. 90 days.

That might not sound like a lot to some people, but if you’ve ever struggled with addiction or even just relied too heavily on something that numbed you, then you know—90 days is everything. It’s the raw part. The part where you’re still learning to live without the thing that used to hold you together (even if it was actually tearing you apart).

It hasn’t been easy. There have been days when I’ve felt like I was unraveling. Days when I had to sit with pain that I used to drown. But there’s a strange beauty in the clarity that comes with sobriety. In feeling everything, finally. In healing, slowly.

I don’t have it all figured out. I’m still grieving. Still learning. But I’m proud—so damn proud—to say I’ve made it through these 90 days.

If you’re reading this and you’re in the thick of it too, I see you. I’m rooting for you. And I promise, even when it feels impossible, there is light on the other side of numbness.

Here’s to the next 90.

Start Now

 

Hey soul with big dreams,

Most people don’t quit.
They don’t even start.

They sit with the idea. They overthink. They wait for the “right” time. They let fear dress up as logic. They scroll for inspiration but never take the first step.

But you? You’re not most people.
You feel the nudge. You hear the calling. You’ve had the vision tug at your heart more times than you can count.

So what are you waiting for?

The truth is: perfection is a myth. Clarity comes from movement, not from thinking about moving. And if you keep waiting for confidence to magically appear before starting — you’ll be stuck forever. Confidence grows after you begin.

Start messy. Start unsure. Start scared if you must.
But for the love of everything you’ve ever dreamed of — just start.

🌱 Drop a “START” below if you’re done holding yourself back.
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When a Friend Isn’t There When You Need Them the Most: Learning to Be Your Own Person

 

There are moments in life when you find yourself in need of someone—someone to talk to, someone to help you through the rough patches, someone to just be present with you. It’s natural to want a friend by your side, especially during the times when life feels overwhelming, when you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You call, you text, you reach out, hoping for a comforting presence. But what happens when they aren’t there? When, despite your need, the people you turn to are nowhere to be found?

At first, it stings. You feel abandoned, as if the connection you thought you had wasn’t as strong as you believed. It’s a tough pill to swallow. In those moments of loneliness, the silence is deafening. And while it’s okay to feel hurt or disappointed, it’s also important to take a step back and realize something profound: sometimes, you have to learn to be your own person.