I wrote this late at night on December 26, 2025 after going down an Olivia Gatwood rabbit hole. I have to pull out Life of the Party every December. It is the first thing I’ve written just for the sake of it in months, so I’m immortalizing it here. There are a few minor edits but the essence is still here. It is unfinished, of course. I frequently remind myself that things don’t always have to be good; I guess we can call this an exercise.

I am really good at getting almost everything I want. I, without fail, find boys right after a major heartbreak. Heartbreak like they just lost the girl they thought they were going to marry. I’m a magnet for boys who want me to lay in their bed so they can whisper sweet nothings to me. But it’s not really me they’re talking to. It’s their ex, of course.

I’m a very prideful person. I love to pretend pretension, and in my current emotional state, I am determined to adhere to this practice by diving into my hobbies, education, and friendships in an act of rebellion.