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hi bitches, 
          
          my bestie, who’s also an dope author on here has created a whatsapp groupchat together with other cool authors like us and we are looking for ppl who would love to join. 
          
          if you’re interested in joining and getting in touch with new people please dm me, i won’t bite. 
          
          please make sure you’re 17+, this is the only requirement of joining of the gc.

looking for active members to join a blink discord! text me up if you wanna be in.

anyone wanna be mutuals? hmu

in case no one has told you today your titties are poppin’

I hope you're okay :))

In the end no one will dare to reply  neither have the balls for it.

I do not ghost for fun and leave everyone for and to make them sad. I could always count on one hand the people I've ghosted, and that makes it worse. On the other hand I’m so used to be alone that I’ll just disappear if something triggers me deeply once I try to possible explain the way I feel, which always ends up in a chaos.
          
          I will never forget you, but I hope you forgot me.
          
          I'm writing this because I don't know how to apologize to those of you I've lost. Even tho I don’t know why I do apologise for just the fact whenever I open my mouth I get intensely hurt even by mentioning it dumbly subconsciously. As I read and reread this, I cringe. It's not the kind of letter I would want to read from my ghosts, but it's better than the silence I’ve given to them. And I hope it's better than the wondering I left you with.
          
          I should have known. You deserved something better because you've never stopped being important to me. I just needed some lots of space for a huge time and, somehow, there was a galaxy between us that was too big to cross.
          It's not fair, it's not right, and just know that I've never stopped thinking about you or caring about you.
          
          I'm sorry,
          
          Your ghost
          
          -97goyangi
          

To those I've ghosted,
          I'm sorry. There's no excuse for the horrible things I've done to you obviously. I do hope you've either forgiven or better forgotten me. Preferably the former, because I will never forget you. Your faces flash before my eyes and it physically hurts. Many times it wasn't entirely on purpose. I was ghosting without realizing that I was becoming a ghost of your past.
          
          At the time, I probably felt that just not talking about my issues that none would even dare to understand and just to disappear and go away was better than the alternative: the "I have something to say that’s on my mind" talk. That's not the best choice I've made for you, and that is inexcusable.
          
          I should have known better than to become a ghost myself, flitting in and out of people's lives, expecting to be forgiven and embraced when my depressive episode of life is over. Alas, that is the path my life took. I accept it and do not regret making these decisions. Because it’s part of life to screw things up and I’m in acceptance.

bye bye.

please woman be strong. please don't give up in everything.