#parentalcontrolswho

So. My dad, in his infinite wisdom, decided that I—a literal mastermind at evading all digital restrictions—shouldn’t be using AI to enhance my writing, get ideas, and generally fuel my creative chaos. 😤 His logic? “You should be doing something more productive.”

Sir. SIR. Writing is productive. My brainrot needs an outlet.

But guess what? ✨ I am the bypassing QUEEN. ✨ I have evaded more parental controls than Batman has dead sidekicks. (Too soon?) My iPad? Blocked. My phone? Limited. But my laptop? Completely untouched. My man really forgot I have multiple devices. I just hopped over here like Nightwing doing unnecessary acrobatics. 🦇💨

So yeah, I’m BACK, BABY. Expect posts, expect chaos, expect unfiltered brain-to-text nonsense because I refuse to be silenced. My dad really thought he could stop me??? I have been bypassing internet restrictions since I was nine. Try harder. 🥰