Namaste blahg tribe.
The 11 year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC just went by. That’s 25% of my life.
… hollah at ur girl.
I’ve feebly tried to keep this alive for a minute. I consistently say I’ll come back daily, I try to act like I really care about having an inter-web present…
Truth be told. I don’t care. And I know it doesn’t matter.
I’ve come to correctly loathe the internet, particularly social media. I was lonely, broken and naive when I made this page. Some asshole I was married to left me, I was alone with no friends, I reached out for something…
I literally just laughed to myself.
Closing a decade of my life, I’m happy of this artwork. I like that people can come and peek a bit in on me.
However, I have no desire to maintain this anymore. Same as I don’t social media. I play with and delete profiles. I literally loathe being online. It’s never been me.
I’ll leave this page live and check in at some point. But I’m not going to keep saying “I’m coming back, I’m coming back!”
I’m not coming back. I belong to reality. You know, starry skies; human flesh; cello strings; real love.
Screen shit is bullshit. Fuck your likes, fuck your “friends”.
Hopefully we kiss cheeks in reality. Please raise a glass to my ELEVEN YEARS of repping.
I wish you could see my sky. I’m all grown up babies. I have a million more important things to do than be on some bullshit webpage.
… and so do you.
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