I’m the Wild Card in a Game of Fire, Wind, and Genius Friends

"Bet the Pebbles Are Debating Who's the Real Drama Queen—Fire, Wind, or Me" 😂

The sky sighs its last sweet goodbye in cotton candy hues, while I sit on pebbles that never signed up to be my chair. The fire stretches for an embrace, only for the wind to pull it back—love’s tragic like that. Third-wheeling heartbreak like it’s my specialty, while the pebbles side-eye the fire and wind like, ‘Break up or don’t, we’re tired.’

Fire’s about love, wind’s about drama, and I’m just here, pretending I’m not fueling the fire.

The sun is sighing, the fire is yearning, the wind is a professional homewrecker. Here I am, dramatically third-wheeling the elements. 

"Noodles Are Just Noodles Until I Bring the Sauce"🤣

I’m best friends with two geniuses. I’m convinced they only keep me around for comedic relief—because, without contrast, how would they know they’re geniuses?

One can talk his way out of anything, the other is a walking supercomputer. I’m starting to think I’m the glitch.

Raj could argue his way out of jail, Mac’s got a spaceship; I’m just here, wondering why I’m in jail. 

I’m not sure how to put this, but I’m scared of losing them. For the first time in my life, the weight of it feels… let’s just say even aliens would be jealous.

I’ve let go of people faster than I let go of my diet plans. But this? This is something else. They’ve pulled things from me I didn’t know were there, and now losing it all is terrifying.

Since drama’s not my vibe, I’ll just let them do their thing.
Have a blast, kiddos. 💖💗