08/21/2026
A poem by me. Between all the discourse around being a cool girl, a weird girl, a hot girl who reads, or being whimsical or chic? I identify as a tired lady. I’m just like every other small business owner I know stuck between hating having to feed this app content, loving it for the ridiculous joe hegyes and needing it to survive. Instagram is sort of like the toxic ex you just can’t quit. So here I am yet again asking you to buy flowers.