βWe are never disappointed with people we think little of; those who disappoint us are, by definition, important to us.β
β Lamine Pearlheart
Sure. Love, betrayal, disappointment β the usual emotional buffet.
But honestly? Maybe the cure is not therapy. Maybe it is bubblegum-blue hair dye, a rage playlist, and a Tuesday night dance class where no oneβs sober enough to care.
Disappointment is really just love with eyeliner running.
If you did not care, you would not write cryptic captions or check their stories at 2 a.m. You would just⦠sleep.
But no, you spin your own stories, rebrand your coping mechanisms as βpersonal growth,β and wear your shame like designer couture. Psychology says you are βreframing.β I say you are just accessorising.
You downgrade your cheer squad to baton twirlers, roll your eyes at anyone who still roots for you, and call it βboundaries.β
Cute.
And yet, somewhere under all that eyeliner and existentialism, you still care.
You still want the applause β even from the audience you swore off.
So come on, girls. Grab your pom-poms.
The teamβs still losing, but at least we have got matching tattoos paid for by the coach.
