Tessa ReneeI’m not asking for revenge, and I’m not asking for chaos. I’m simply asking that every time they scroll, every time they peek, every time they try to convince themselves I’m nothing without them, You make sure my glow is blinding.
Let my peace be visible. Let my smile look expensive. Let my joy radiate so hard that even their blocked eyes feel it through the cracks. And when they tell themselves it doesn’t matter? Whisper in their ear that it does. Loudly.
I don’t need them to suffer. I just need them to know I’m better without them. Because thriving isn’t about payback, it’s about proof. Proof that letting go wasn’t a loss. Proof that I was never the one who needed saving.
Final Word: Let my happiness haunt them louder than my silence ever could.
Disclaimer: This is satire, not scripture. Don’t confuse pettiness with prayer.
Tessa Renee
