17/07/2025
I’m not cleaning up a single rumor about me. I don’t care what you heard… go hear it again. Go hear it from the same broken telephone that spreads lies in whispers and passes judgment without facts. Go ahead and entertain the same version of the story that was crafted to make you question me, dislike me, or laugh at me behind closed doors. Because the truth is—I’m done trying to correct people who were eager to believe the worst about me in the first place.
People who love you don’t need explanations. People who are genuinely loyal won’t throw you under the bus just because someone whispered something they didn’t even bother to confirm. Real ones ask. Real ones know your character, and they don’t flinch when your name is dragged. But the rest? They were never in your corner to begin with. Let them leave.
I’m not here to play the role of public relations manager for a life you know nothing about. You weren’t there when I cried in silence. You weren’t there when I had to rebuild myself after being broken by things nobody ever saw. You weren’t there when I had to smile through pain, hold my own hand in the dark, and find strength when the world gave me every reason to collapse.
So believe the rumor if you want. Hold it close. Make it your truth. Let it comfort you. Let it feed your ignorance. I’m not bending over backward anymore trying to prove my worth to people who are committed to misunderstanding me. If your opinion of me can be shaped by someone else's bitterness, then go ahead and stay there. Camp out in that small-minded version of reality. I’m not coming to rescue you from it.
I no longer exist for your approval. My journey is no longer tied to your validation. I’ve outgrown the stage where I felt like I had to explain, defend, or justify myself just to keep people around who never really saw me in the first place. I am finally at peace, and that peace came at the cost of losing people who only loved me when they could control the narrative.
Let the rumors spread. Let the stories twist. Let them say whatever makes them feel better about not knowing me at all. I don’t care. Because I’ve learned something valuable: the truth always outlives the lie. And while they’re busy talking, I’m busy living. Growing. Healing. Elevating.
I’m not cleaning up a single rumor about me. Let them talk. I’ll be too busy becoming everything they said I could never be.
