Original Advice
“DONT: Don’t text walls; write a draft and pause.”
Dry Your Texts, Not Feelings
You think the flood proves you care, but it just drowns the message. Your tears turn into paragraphs and screenshots. You are not releasing; you are performing triage with your thumbs. You text to outrun silence. You mistake urgency for intimacy. Stop. The person on the other end can’t be your bucket. Pause before you soak the thread.
Walls of text don’t land; they leak. Your fire wants to fix the ache by sending heat, but heat evaporates water. Emotion needs containment to become meaning. Drafting is a dam. Pausing lets the river clear; truth separates from foam. When you withhold the torrent, the right sentence appears. Fewer words, sharper blade. You cut clean instead of splashing everyone.
Cosmic Context
Mars rules you. Speed is your religion; restraint is your rite of passage.
Action
──────Draft in Notes, wait 90 minutes, then delete.
✨ You are allowed to cry off-screen and still be seen. ✨