I didn’t bathe to clean—I bathed to remember who I was before the world asked too much.

Turns out my tears were just… emotional autocorrect.

No one liked it? Good.

My reflection doesn’t need a filter—it needs a therapist who also owns a teahouse.

So… did YOU sit in your own bathtub at 2 a.m., whispering to your soul like it’s an Instagram caption written in tea leaves?

(Reply with your tears if you dare.)