The Cool Girl Monologue
The Exhale After Pretending Ends
I’m the exhale after the pretending ends.
I wear calm like an old sweater—faded, soft, and stitched in all the right places. I’ve learned to listen to the silence, to sit with the weight of unsaid things. There’s a wildness still flickering beneath the surface, but now it moves with purpose, not panic. I’m not lost, just not shouting anymore.
What I'm Into: the weight of unsaid things, tea gone cold, bookstore windows on rainy days, the first green shoot, stillness with stories
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