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A Summer In Sylver Grove (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/400791870-a-summer-in-sylver-grove?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=DearDiaryImSpiraling Dawson Cladwell, heir to the wealthiest family in Sylver Grove, is found murdered one summer evening. Everyone thinks it's simple-greed, inheritance, power. Case closed. But Maya Kashyap, an unassuming preschool teacher who's spent her life invisible to the world, stumbles across something that doesn't fit. A clue too small for anyone else to notice. A truth that suggests the murder isn't as straightforward as everyone believes. And the prime suspect-the one everyone is ready to condemn-may actually be innocent. The only problem? Maya is the only one who knows it.

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🌪️ NEW BLOG POST ALERT 🌪️

I just emotionally blacked out and woke up with a fully published blog post about Season 3 of The Summer I Turned Pretty. It's unhinged. It's dramatic. It's mostly me screaming into the void about fictional men, awful proposals, emotional immaturity, and my undying love for a fictional boy named Conrad Fisher, who deserves better.

Here’s a lil teaser:

> “She was emotionally raw, spiritually dehydrated, and mentally spiraling faster than I do on a Monday morning — and that’s when he decided to propose.”

The Summer I Literally Lost it at Fictional Characters

This blog contains spoilers, strong opinions, and an unhealthy amount of emotional attachment towards fictional characters. You have been wa

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I am just a girl 😌

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Me after a minor inconvenience🎀

For what is life if not one long, drawn-out performance of a Victorian lady with no prospects and far too much drama?"🎀

🖤 Now accepting applications for a fainting couch and emotional stability. Neither are currently in stock. 🖤

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✨ I didn’t mean to fall for him…

It was an involuntary spiral.

But here I am. Face-first into a filing cabinet.

Dignity? Gone.

Blog? Live.

Therapy? Too expensive.

So I wrote instead.

🖤 New post on the blog: "I Ruined My Life (Involuntarily)"

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The Inappropriate Crush Saga

I had a meltdown at work. Then I accidentally fell for a man with authority, a good voice, and hands that should be illegal. So naturally, I did what any self-respecting emotionally unstable girlie would do: I started a blog. It's about spiraling. It’s about repression. It’s about hitting your face on a cabinet because you're trying to avoid your work crush. Basically, it’s the hot mess saga of catching feelings when I really, really didn’t want to. Read it for: 💔 emotional concussions ✨ dramatic denial 🧍 internal feminist crisis 🤸‍♀️ public humiliation (feat. cabinetry)

🖤 Blog post: “Dear Diary, I’m Spiraling — The Inappropriate Crush Saga”

I Ruined My Life (Involuntarily)

Which is so out of character for me, because every other time I’ve ruined my life, It was done voluntarily, and with full unapologetic, soul

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The Inappropriate Crush Saga

I had a meltdown at work. Then I accidentally fell for a man with authority, a good voice, and hands that should be illegal. So naturally, I did what any self-respecting emotionally unstable girlie would do: I started a blog. It's about spiraling. It’s about repression. It’s about hitting your face on a cabinet because you're trying to avoid your work crush. Basically, it’s the hot mess saga of catching feelings when I really, really didn’t want to. Read it for: 💔 emotional concussions ✨ dramatic denial 🧍 internal feminist crisis 🤸‍♀️ public humiliation (feat. cabinetry)

🖤 Blog post: “Dear Diary, I’m Spiraling — The Inappropriate Crush Saga”

I Ruined My Life (Involuntarily)

Which is so out of character for me, because every other time I’ve ruined my life, It was done voluntarily, and with full unapologetic, soul

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dear diary, i tried to quit. they wouldn’t let me. now i’m back at work pretending everything’s fine and definitely not crying in the bathroom again.

I Resigned, He Declined, and I Cried Anyway (Because, Friday)

Or: How to Survive a Patriarchy in a Preschool Setting Without Committing a Felony So. Let me take you back to the day I almost burned my en