Okay, listen. I posted a goodbye note on this account a few days ago. But I’m going to talk about what I imagined this account becoming.
I imagined what I was going to do when I inevitably got rid of the account. I imagined it going something like this “thanks for nothing, fools. time to burn this place to the ground. *drops lit match on the ground*” and it would’ve been badass,
and confusing,
and beautiful,
and poetic,
and nothing like me at all.
This account was never truly original. My namesake wasn’t mine, so neither was my fame. My profile picture is fanart of someone else. My background was deigned for me, but it was probably for someone else since I’m certain I’m not the same person I was a month or so ago.
So… updates. Everything you need to know about me. Not Cleo, Maddie. Over-dramatic, right? Well, that’s me for ya.
First and foremost, your favourite Wattpad couple is no longer a couple. I broke up with Fox. I want to address this: they were the frickin best. Xe was nothing but kind to me, and I hope she’s doing okay. We’ve been in sparse contact, but let;s face it, it;s sorta strained. The relationship was more harm than good. I hope you’re doing okay, old friend.
Secondly, my mental health. Why this break wasn’t entirely bad for me. Heh, uhh… so turns out a break from being online really helps at times? And I needed that. For the first week, I was sad and angsty and all that. But after that, I was content with the life I led going forward. Simple, mundane, happy-ish. Towards the end of it, I found myself Way Less Sad—thank you AJR. So, if you’re feeling a bit unfeeling, just… take a break. It’ll be bad at first, but then you’ll lose that apathy. Trust me.
And fifth, my final (maybe? Heaven knows I can’t let things rest) remarks. This account was never my own, and neither will its goodbye be. I will be using someone else’s last words.
“I must go in, for the fog is rising.” —Emily Dickinson
Thank you all.