EPISTLES OF THE FORSAKEN

These are not polite thank-yous or graceful goodbyes...they’re the literary equivalent of sliding unsent drafts into the void and pretending it’s catharsis. Think sacred scripture meets unsent text message, penned with the solemnity of a goddess who refuses to let heartbreak vanish quietly. Each one is a performance of longing, melodramatic enough to embarrass the sensible, but that’s the point, they’re written to remind the silence that I still remember.

Public Announcement from the Goddess of Heartbreak, Vol. I

To whoever’s taking notes on how not to love a goddess. This is a public notice, since private words never seemed to land. I wish you could have seen what I meant beneath the words. It wasn’t an accusation. It was me trying to connect, trying to be honest without it turning into something defensive. But the moment I shared how I felt, you treated it like a threat. You started explaining yourself, defending things that weren’t even the reason I felt that way, missing the part

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