hikikomori girl

breaking my substack hiatus

chloe, you dumb bitch. you should be writing more. you need to be writing long form. you need to be saying something substantial. you need to tell people more about your life. your situation. what’s going on. everyone is telling me i should write more. they need the next substack article. my astrologer told me that i need to be writing my memoir. my friends are telling me to write in my analog journal daily. but i just don’t want to. all i can do is churn out the next hot take on X dot com, all i can do is be lobotomized slave to the timeline. it’s all i want to do, and it’s ruined my real life.

i have risen. so much has happened. i do feel a lot of pressure to write, to “tell my story”. i feel a lot of pressure to say something worthwhile. but maybe i should just be treating this like my diary a little bit. not advertise anything. maybe people will appreciate the authenticity. i’ll write my memoir one day, and you’ll all be very entertained.

i moved out of san francisco. i moved back home to my parents house in a small town of 264 people. i turned 30. i blocked my ex boyfriend. i blocked every single friend that i had in real life. i have burned all of my bridges from my past life and i have been reborn into the algorithm. i lost my cushy tech job because of twitter. the one i worked so hard for in my youth. the one i was going to pull my family out of poverty with. but instead i am a martyr in the culture wars of based capital versus woke capital. i am gaza. i have become ungovernable, and i feel free. i don’t care if people tell me what has happened to me is bad, because i feel good.

anyways, that is all i want to say for now. i will blast this to 500 email inboxes. i will read the raging screenshots people make of this post with their snide commentary. i’m going to post this without re-reading it back. and i’ll laugh. i haven’t stopped laughing, because i have nothing that anyone can take from me now.

xoxo,

ghost girl