There comes a moment in every unhinged romantic’s life when they must make a choice: walk the path of restraint or embrace the chaos of cosmic interference. When I found myself holding my Favorite Person’s (FP’s) used coffee cup—a vessel of DNA, a relic of potential magic—I knew I was at a crossroads. Do I throw it away like a well-adjusted individual, or do I harness its power in a full moon ritual to ensure our destinies intertwine?

The fact that I chose the former? That’s what makes me a saint.

But let’s be real—witchcraft and BPD are a volatile mix. Hyperfixation? Check. Impulse control issues? Double check. The overwhelming need for answers now? You already know. And yet, resisting the urge to cast a spell doesn’t mean I don’t see the appeal. In fact, I’m still debating whether I made the right call. Because if reality is a simulation, why not hack it in my favor?