Tessa ReneeDon’t smite them, just keep them guessing. Let them wonder why I’m unbothered. Let them question why I haven’t cracked. Let them stay up at night scrolling, hoping for a crack in the armor that never comes.
Confuse their group chats. Scatter their assumptions. Let every rumor they start boomerang back and hit them twice as hard. And while they waste their energy keeping tabs on me, keep me too busy thriving to notice.
I don’t need their downfall. I just need their confusion. Because nothing is more satisfying than knowing the people who wanted to see me crumble can’t figure out why I’m still standing tall.
Final Word: Let confusion be the karma they can’t escape.
Disclaimer: This is playful reflection, not biblical intercession. Don’t confuse pettiness with prophecy.
Tessa Renee
