#my bbbys

I’m not even finna fake it—last time I was on active was last year, (I think around thanksgiving break not sure), and I was talking all types of shit like “updates soon” but then life started life-ing BAD. Like frfr your girl fell into one of them annual depressive moods and I been feeling like SHIT. Plus so much other stuff going on in real life (yes even the Epstein files mess and just… everything iykyk) and I kinda spiraled and disappeared.

And I feel so guilty because I know I’m allowed to take time for myself, but at the same time a part of me always remembers that my stories are somebody’s little paradise. Like a break, an escape, something to look forward to when their life is heavy too. And the fact y’all been so patient and sweet?? I genuinely don’t deserve it 😭💔

Like deadass, I missed y’all more than I realized. Reading/writing has always been my little escape too, and I finally remembered I can come back to it instead of just drowning and going silent.

So I’m not gonna make big promises like “I’ll never disappear again” because I don’t wanna lie to y’all, but I can promise I’m not abandoning my books. Godly Things is still my BABY. Telemachus is still my BABY. All of it is still mine and still yours.

Also—good news: I’m off Monday (02/16), no work, and I did my homework early so I can sit my ass down and upload if it’s the last thing I do 😭💀

Thank y'all for missing me, for being kind, and not being weird or demanding even when my ass bascially abandoned y'all. I love y’all fr, manifesting to become a billionare to bless all my babys with weekly rotisserie allowence 🫶🏾💗 okok lemme go to sleep so I can get up frfr and not get caught up scrolling😭😭❤️