PUBLIC DON’T CARE: A Transmission from the Edge
I didn’t disappear.
I didn’t ghost.
I didn’t fizzle out.
I burned it down.
And I’m not sorry.
I’ve entered a new season. One where:
I no longer contort myself for visibility
I no longer water down my truth for likes
I no longer chase engagement like it’s rent
I’m not “resting.”
I’m not “resetting.”
I’m not “waiting for the right time.”
I just genuinely, cosmically, and permanently don’t care anymore -
and it feels like freedom.
What I don’t care about anymore:
Who sees it
Who doesn't
If the metrics load
If the algorithm buries it
If someone misunderstands my silence
If someone misunderstands my fire
What I do care about:
Integrity
Expansion
Peace
Precision
Laughter
Legacy
Landing the signal
Everything else is background noise.
So if you’re looking for me?
I’m still here.
Just not here for that.
Not curating.
Not catering.
Not explaining.
Just broadcasting.
Unfiltered.
Unbothered.
Unfuckwithable.
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🕯️ For anyone else who’s reached this threshold:
You’re not broken.
You’re not lost.
You’re just finally — beautifully — done with all the things that don’t return your energy.
I’ll meet you on the other side of caring.
With love,
Donna After Dark