#3.)

to the person in your mirror

you kept shrinking yourself to fit inside their small attention span calling it compromise when it was self abandonment

you mistook their silence for your duty their bare minimum for your blessing you kept handing over the softest parts of you like discounts

today you owe yourself an apology not a gentle one but the kind that says you will never again beg to stay in rooms you are busy furnishing while they bring nothing but your fear of being alone

hey secret, I'm your Santa this year! Merry Christmas

don’t.

don’t eat it.

you already ate two of them already, your body does not like having that much rice inside of it, don’t do it

you are NOT hungry, you do NOT need a lil snacky, don’t you dare go downstairs, your body really really does not like eating too much rice, you will suffer for it.

Curious, Emma picked up the key and examined it closely. It was unlike any key she had ever seen—its design was intricate, with strange markings that seemed to glow faintly in the sunlight. She felt an odd sense of importance surrounding it, as if the key was meant for something very special.

Determined to find what the key opened, Emma set out on an adventure. She searched the village, asking the townsfolk about any locked doors or hidden treasures, but no one knew anything about the mysterious key.

Days turned into weeks, and Emma’s search grew more desperate. Then, one evening, she discovered a hidden door beneath the roots of the old oak tree where she had found the key. The door was weathered and ancient, but it had a keyhole that matched the mysterious key perfectly.

With trembling hands, Emma inserted the key and turned it. The door creaked open, revealing a small room filled with ancient books and glowing crystals. In the center of the room stood a pedestal with a book of secrets—the very book her village had been searching for centuries.