Rosie Today

Why did Aaliyah die? Does Beyoncé write her own songs? These are the questions that keep me up late at night. I keep starting over every day as though it is the first day of the rest of my life.

Partially true, every day is a new beginning, like the first of a million lifetimes. Today I looked fresh in black Timbs, green camo pants, and a Bathing Ape tee.

This energy is fucking amazing! Is it the adderall, the yoga, or this love drug?

I wouldn’t hold your breath, definitely don’t wait up, hoping, on the edge of your seat that someone is going to come through for you.

Honest assessment? How have you been working? For me, it’s still January, and 2026 just keeps on starting over; the clock rewinds. The red bubble in the bottom-right corner of the green message icon on my laptop screen never goes away. It’s comforting; the end is near. By the end, I mean the beginning. Life is a race track. We’re living underneath the devil because lying, gossip, and falsity are just some hot girl’s Instagram content.