Let’s be honest: most of us have been there. Staring at our phones. Re-reading old messages. Waiting for a text that never comes. Or worse—getting one that says absolutely nothing of substance, just enough to stir up a storm and drag you back into that emotional black hole of "WTF is this?"
But here's your glitter-dusted, neon-lit, mic-drop truth bomb: Closure is a lie. 💣✨
In this fire-breathing, ego-slapping episode of Level Up Your Selfie, I’m ripping up the tired rom-com script where we wait around for an emotionally stunted plot twist in the form of a final apology. Babe, you don’t need their permission to heal. You don’t need a “we need to talk” moment to choose peace. You need YOU. Period.
Because guess what? Their ghosting, gaslighting, and breadcrumbing was the closure. That was the message. The “I’m not ready right now” voice note that sounds like it was recorded mid-gym set? 🚩 That’s not insight, babe. That’s avoidance on creatine.
Sometimes we say we want closure, but what we really want is a cosmic ego band-aid. A lil’ "I miss you" at 2:13 a.m. to prove we mattered. But queen, that breadcrumb isn’t a meal. 🍞 You are not starving. You are not a spiritual buffet. You are the whole damn kitchen. 👑
Blocking is your birthright. 🧿 Let’s be clear: you tried. You wrote the paragraphs. You dropped the 10-minute voice note with a poetic mic drop at the end. You spiraled, journaled, healed, relapsed, and tried again to connect with someone emotionally allergic to accountability. You practically became their unpaid therapist with sore thumbs, dark circles, and a shattered nervous system to match.
And let’s not forget the deluxe ego bruise: getting blocked. Like me! 😂 Yes, babe. I’ve been there. And if you're blocked? Take it as the modern-day version of "I love you but I can’t handle your glow."
Seriously—blocked is the new 'I still care but I can’t regulate my emotions so I had to digitally disappear.'
And if you’re a little delulu, like me, go ahead and translate it as “they blocked me because they LOVED me too much to behave normally.” Hey, whatever helps you sleep while you heal in satin pajamas. 🛌💁♀️
That’s not closure—that’s emotional self-harm with a pink bubble.
Let’s call it what it is: modern-day self-betrayal dressed up in good intentions.
So in this episode, we get all the way into it:
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Why we chase closure when we really want to feel seen 👀
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What to do when they block you (hint: celebrate—you left an impact) 🔥
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What to scream into your mirror instead of texting them
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How to stop reopening your heart like it’s a 24/7 diner for emotionally unavailable tourists 🍽️
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Journal prompts & affirmations to call your power back 💫
And then what? They left you on read. Ghosted. Or maybe they hit you with the ultimate ego punch: “I’m not reading that.” Oh, okay. Thanks for confirming your villain origin story. 💀 Asshole.
And of course—the legendary anthem: “If you’re done with your ex, move on to the next.” 🎶 Set it as your ringtone. Make it your wallpaper. Whisper it while applying lip gloss.
This healing journey? It’s messy. It’s real. It’s gorgeous. It’s crying in the bathroom then slaying in the selfie. It’s blocking, unblocking, re-blocking, and finally glowing up so hard they need sunglasses just to lurk. 🕶️
And if you slipped? If you spiraled? If you accidentally peeped their burner account with zero posts and a username like @user3299283ghostviewing? IT’S OKAY. 😂 You’re human. You’re healing. You’re hot.
You're not broken. You're becoming.
So post that “moving on” selfie. Say it with your eyeliner. With your silence. With your outfit that screams “I’m the damn plot twist.” 💃 Tag me @angelina.milajki and use #LevelUpYourSelfie so we can hype you all the way up like the divine delulu baddie you are.
Because closure isn’t something you wait for.
It’s something you become. 👑🔥💖
As Always, Extra RainbOH!w Sparkles & Good Vibes OH!nly
🦄💦🌈 Yess Girl. Block that Energy Vampire. Now.
/ Angelina Mi Lajki
