AUTHOR NOTE | MUST READ
You’ve disappointed me more than I thought possible. I gave you stories that cost me my time, my energy, and pieces of myself — and in return, most of you gave me silence. You read in the shadows, you take without giving back, and you expect me to keep bleeding for an audience that refuses to even clap. Do you understand what that does to a writer? It drains the passion. It strangles the fire. It makes every word feel worthless.
So hear me clearly: this is my final line. If by next week there is still no change — no votes, no comments, no proof that my work matters — then I’ll do what I always end up doing. I’ll delete everything. The books. The edits. The pieces of myself I once thought were safe with you. And this time, it won’t be temporary. I won’t come back. There will be no trace of me on any platform.
I don’t care for empty apologies. I don’t care for late recognition. If you can’t show up when it matters, then don’t expect me to keep showing up for you. Stay silent if you want. But remember, your silence is the reason you’ll lose me. Permanently.
— Zimi