hello all. im leaving this app. for good now. and indefinitely. im not sure if ill be back. i might keep writing on these books and not publishing, but who knows. i'll leave whatever i have finished up. everything else is staying unpublished. i might come back. who knows
i hate feeling like im disappointing people by not publishing. and when im rushed to publish i dont put forth good work/effort. i havent had any time or inspiration to write either
its been such a pleasure making new friends in the meager few months ive had this new account. thanks for a wonderful time
i also hate going around other profiles that im friends with (im not naming names bc theres more than one) and seeing that im not important enough to say, be in a mention or a bio. it stresses me out and makes me feel like i need to say more or do more to be a better person. its nobody's fault, just my own insecurities
my life is a wreck and im really not one to get personal in the first place, so poetry was vague with just enough information that i dont have to worry someone will say something. now, however, problems have just escalated and its affecting my focus and train of thought
id like to clarify some things;
my first poem in andiamoci (buongiorno) is about the same person in the poem faeces in this book. theyre who i think about the most and its a main reason my life is in shambles. i no longer have any sort of feeling for the boy in in filice and you'll probably never hear about why that is. in buon pomeriggio and buonasera, that boy means nothing to me now, no more than a nuisanceim childish and immature and im going on a tangent but i feel like having this app is too much of a responsibility. and im not looking for pity or paragraphs of "oh dont leave youre too good" or feeling bad for me. i hate pity, that isnt what im here for
im here to say again, i want to thank you all for this lovely time, a total of almost 4 years. please, do not try to contact me elsewhere unless you & i have made arrangements.
- ALSO: IM UNFOLLOWING EVERYONE BUT MY OLD PROFILE, SO TAKE IT TO HEART OR DONT, IT DOESNT MATTER TO ME. I MEAN NO HARM IN DOING SO, THERES JUST NO POINT. -
thanks and best wishes,
brizzi <3
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