Boundaries Playbook

Don’t call me “just to check in,” please.
My soul reacts like it’s a disease. ☎️
Small talk at 9am? A crime. 💬
Respect the silence. Read the time. 🕘

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I don’t do drop-ins. That’s a no.
Unless you’re a cat or fresh sourdough. 🥖🐈
So don’t come knocking on my door,
I will pretend I'm out for sure. 🚪😶

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Crowds? A nightmare. Drama? No way.
I’ll ghost a whole group chat, before I stay. 💬👻
Nosy neighbours peeking through blinds?
Just give me trees… to hide behind. 🌳🔕

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And last-minute plans? Emotional theft.
My safe place is always peace and rest. 😌💤
So if you’re calling, please don’t try,
I’m deep in a spiral, mid-sigh, post-cry. 🌀😮‍💨

Boundaries? Built. Next stop?

👉 Textpectations… You Had Me at ‘K’

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