If you’re here looking for writing, I’m THRILLED to tell you it’s not happening anymore.
I just have no interest in doing it anymore. Like, at all. If I never write another story about some stupid idiot who made me feel bad about myself, it will be too soon.
Here’s the real question: Did I ever even actually *like* writing, or was I just trapped in a room full of yellow wallpaper after being forcibly imprisoned against my will by my crazy, controlling parents? I don’t know! All I know is that I am finally free of their Britney Spears conservatorship-style of “parenting” and now I get to find out for myself!
Besides, you won’t miss it. You’re just here because you’re an asshole who enjoys drama. You want to read about people you personally know so you can tear them down to your sad, pathetic level. You know just as well as I do that you are perfectly capable of making other people miserable on your own. You don’t need screenshots of my blog posts to help you.
You’re also just here so you can tear me down. Frankly, I am quite tired of baring my soul to the world just so a bunch of jerks can indulge in their meanness. I don’t want to listen to you anymore. You’re not saying anything of value and it’s just a waste of my time to try to change your mind. We know you came here with bad intentions, so now it’s time for you to take those bad intentions somewhere else.
Now that I am not here, I hope you enjoy your AI slop and 20 second TikToks that are actively making you dumber. I’m going to shut off my computer and go live my life in the real world while it’s still here.
Bye Felicia!