Hey Ghosties… Ghost Girl’s a little dark today. I’m here. I’m okay. I’m just… really fucking frustrated with the world right now. So… let’s talk about it. You heard something about me? Cool. You wanna know if it’s true? Ask me. Don’t ask everybody else in the fucking room and somehow forget I’m the one who actually knows me. You don’t understand something I did? Ask me. You need context? Ask me. We’re adults. We can have an adult conversation. But don’t take half a story… fill in the missing pieces… then hand it back to me like it’s my truth. No. Don’t assume shit. Don’t assume shit about me. You don’t know what you don’t know. If you’re standing beside me, then come straight to me. Don’t turn whispers into something you believe. If you wanna know my truth, ask me. Don’t assume shit about me. And if you’re gonna call yourself my friend… be my friend. Loyal doesn’t mean you have to agree with everything I do. It doesn’t mean you can’t question me. Hell… question me. Talk to me. Tell me when something doesn’t make sense. But give me the fucking chance to tell you what happened. Because I’m tired of defending myself against conversations I wasn’t even invited to. Maybe I’m misunderstood. Maybe I’m complicated. Maybe sometimes I don’t explain myself very fucking well. Okay. But you know what fixes that? A conversation. Don’t assume shit about me. You don’t know what you don’t know. If you’re standing beside me, then come straight to me. Don’t turn whispers into something you believe. If you wanna know my truth, ask me. Don’t assume shit about me. Today… I can’t stand anybody. There. I said it. I’m screaming inside my own head, and everybody is getting on my fucking nerves. And maybe tomorrow I’ll feel different. But today? Who fucking cares anyways? I’m doing me. You can take that personally if you want to. I’m tired of shrinking myself just so nobody misunderstands me. Because somehow… they still fucking do. So if you heard something… Ask me. If you’re confused… Ask me. If something I did hurt you… talk to me. But if you’ve already decided who I am without ever having the conversation? Then leave me alone. Seriously. Leave me alone. I don’t have the energy to argue with a version of me you invented. Don’t assume shit about me. You don’t know what you don’t know. I don’t need you to like me. But don’t test me over something you don’t even know. Come straight to me. Say what you mean. If you wanna know my truth, ask me. Don’t assume shit about me. Hey Ghosties… I’m still here. Just a little frustrated with the world tonight. Maybe you’re frustrated too. That’s okay. We don’t have to pretend every night is beautiful. Sometimes… we’re pissed off. Sometimes we’re misunderstood. Sometimes we scream. Then we breathe… and keep going. Love always, Ghost Girl.
