From the start, I’ve always been a sucker for words. Composed, cool, collected—they’re the perfect gift. But now, in the “bright” ages of teenhood, I can’t help but wonder: what are they really meant to be?
While thinking about this first post, I asked myself, “Should I highlight its beauty and polish it to perfection? Or should I let it be raw and relatable, something that actually speaks to our hormonal chaos?”
The truth is, it doesn’t have to be perfect. Words, when crunched together, are meant to express. To embody the highs and lows, the rage and the joy, and all the beautiful chaos in between.
So here we are, teanagers (yes, you read that right). It’s time to spill the tea, share the feels, and chatter away. Let’s embrace the mess and keep it real. Welcome to Spillin’ Teanager!
