👻 banishment spell no. 003: the blocklist is the bloodline now 🖕📵

by the power vested in me
as the sole surviving daughter of delusion and debt,
i hereby declare:

you are blocked.
not just online—
but in spirit, in legacy, in my fucking nervous system.

i revoke all access.
🕯️ to my glow-up.
🕯️ to my grief.
🕯️ to my goddamn name.

this spell is for the ones
who only remembered i existed
when they were bored, drunk, or lonely.
the ones who dropped by emotionally
like i was seasonal decor or some shit
the ones who watched me drown
and ignored it.

consider this your notice:
i’m not available for performative concern.
i’m not hosting a reunion tour.
i’m not interested in your breadcrumb bullshit
or weak-ass ghosttext guilt.

from now on,
i block before i spiral.
i vanish you before you can half-love me again.
i ghost you in broad daylight and call it closure.

this phone?
protected.
this peace?
permanent.
this spell?
unbreakable, unbothered, and bougie as hell.

🧿 i do not forgive.
📵 i do not refresh.
🖕 i do not respond.

you are no longer a person.
you are a past tense cautionary tale.

blessed be the blocklist.
for it is the new bloodline.
and baby—you didn’t make the cut.
🕯️