The Gossip Column Ends Here

Turns out some people were reading my life like entertainment instead of realizing I actually had to live it.

Hello Readers,

It’s just us now.

This little Substack corner of the internet is officially the only place I’ll be writing my thoughts from here on out. And honestly? Probably for the best.

Look, I know I overshare online. I have been doing it since I was 12 years old making unhinged little GeoCities websites while the rest of the world was outside touching grass. This is who I am. Writing has always been how I process life. Unfortunately what keeps happening is my real life slowly turns into a gossip column, a whispered group chat, and apparently everyone’s favorite lunchtime discussion topic.

Which is fascinating considering this is not reality TV. This is my actual life.

Now a healthier and more emotionally evolved person would probably start privately journaling. But Readers have we met? Oversharing on the internet brings me a concerning amount of joy that I should probably unpack in therapy someday. Which would require me believing in therapy, and we all know that is not happening anytime soon.

So the Substack stays.

This will be our little hiding spot away from social media, away from the screenshots, away from Brenda and her deeply committed investigative journalism career happening inside a group chat with people who should honestly find hobbies.

And you know what really bothered me over the last year? Not even strangers reading my posts. That comes with the territory. What bothered me was watching “friends” and “family” treat my Facebook page like a weekly gossip column instead of simply talking to me like a human being.

The phone exists, Brenda.

Texting exists.

Communication exists.

Instead people read what I wrote, built entire conspiracy theories in their heads, and then discussed my life with everyone except me.

Like if you really want to know something… ask.

Are you dating your best friend’s husband? Ask.
How does the dynamic work? Ask.
Do the three of you share ? ASK.

I promise I do not bite.

Now am I going to publicly explain every intimate detail of my relationship on the internet? Absolutely not. Some things still belong to me. But if people had simply approached me honestly instead of acting like my life was some daytime soap opera to analyze behind my back, they probably would have gotten a much more truthful answer than whatever weird fan fiction ended up circulating.

But I’m done now.

I will be quietly removing about 75% of people from my life because I no longer have the energy for relationships built on curiosity instead of care.

People who genuinely love you talk to you.
People who treat you like entertainment talk about you.

There’s a difference.

Anyway.

Welcome to my diary.
My little corner of chaos.
Let’s get cozy over here, shall we?