i was fonting with that wolf i met in the group chat the other night.
he asked me:

“With everything you went through,
are you ruthless with the way you are with people?
I am.
If someone does anything to hurt me,
I go off.”

my response…

a season of ghosting,
or aka season of isolation,
is not the kind where you just need a weekend to recharge.
it’s the kind that sneaks up after a breakup,
a major disappointment,
job loss,
or losing someone you love.
suddenly,
you don’t feel like doing anything or being around anyone.
this season can last days,
weeks,
and sometimes,
it can last for even years.
i accepted that i’ve been in my ghosting era for a while now…

How are you doing?

waits for you to font me how you are doing
i get it.
i totally get it.
we are living in strange times and every day,
we get a fresh headline of a new executive order or some other fuck shit.
you start thinking about your job security,
your future,
your past,
and that pesky question:

“How bad is it going to get?”

it’s making it’s way downtown and its walking fast.
i can font things will be fine but honestly:

I don’t know.
i truly don’t know.

here is the truth in full font.
ready?…

Own your shit.

i’ve been working hard to own my shit…

I don’t know how I would even feel…

if i walked into my home and saw or someone had to break the news to me…

That the partner that I prayed for…

…was dead because he decided to delete himself.
i’m a very strong and resilient person but i can’t even imagine how that would fuck me up.
i would be left with so many thoughts and questions…

I got something that I didn’t realize until yesterday when I was in sudden pain.

it all started with an itch…