I want to take responsibility for my actions and for the situation that has unfolded. I owe an apology not only to myself but also to those whose names and lives were dragged into the chaos. What began as something deeply personal turned into something humiliating and public, and that was, in part, my fault.
The truth is this: I was in love with Dryden Cook. He was not just someone I admired from a distance—he was my boyfriend, someone I trusted with my emotions and with my heart. That love, however, became tangled in mistakes, poor judgment, and decisions that I cannot take back. I allowed myself to be cucked by aslts, and in doing so, I betrayed my relationship and embarrassed both myself and Dryden.
The fallout only grew worse when Boom and Ghoul decided to dox me, exposing private parts of my life to the world. Being doxxed was not just about leaked information—it was about losing control over my own story, my own dignity, and the trust of those around me. In one night, everything I had tried to protect was ripped away, and I was left vulnerable, mocked, and broken.
I want to apologize sincerely: to Dryden, for failing him and for letting my selfishness compromise the love we shared. To the people caught in the middle, for dragging them into something they never asked to be a part of. And even to those who watched this unfold, because I know my mistakes became fuel for gossip and ridicule, and that’s on me.
I cannot undo what has happened. I cannot take back the betrayal, the exposure, or the humiliation. What I can do is learn from this—about loyalty, about accountability, and about the weight of choices. I let my desires override my respect for the person I loved, and I paid the price in the most public way imaginable.
This is not just an apology; it is a confession of my deepest regret. I regret being unfaithful. I regret failing someone who believed in me. I regret not realizing sooner how fragile trust is, and how easily it can be destroyed.
I do not ask for forgiveness right now, because I know I have not earned it. I only ask for the chance to grow from this, to face what I’ve done honestly, and to try—someday—to rebuild the pieces of myself I carelessly shattered.
Sincerely,
Ashton Conrad ([email protected])
The truth is this: I was in love with Dryden Cook. He was not just someone I admired from a distance—he was my boyfriend, someone I trusted with my emotions and with my heart. That love, however, became tangled in mistakes, poor judgment, and decisions that I cannot take back. I allowed myself to be cucked by aslts, and in doing so, I betrayed my relationship and embarrassed both myself and Dryden.
The fallout only grew worse when Boom and Ghoul decided to dox me, exposing private parts of my life to the world. Being doxxed was not just about leaked information—it was about losing control over my own story, my own dignity, and the trust of those around me. In one night, everything I had tried to protect was ripped away, and I was left vulnerable, mocked, and broken.
I want to apologize sincerely: to Dryden, for failing him and for letting my selfishness compromise the love we shared. To the people caught in the middle, for dragging them into something they never asked to be a part of. And even to those who watched this unfold, because I know my mistakes became fuel for gossip and ridicule, and that’s on me.
I cannot undo what has happened. I cannot take back the betrayal, the exposure, or the humiliation. What I can do is learn from this—about loyalty, about accountability, and about the weight of choices. I let my desires override my respect for the person I loved, and I paid the price in the most public way imaginable.
This is not just an apology; it is a confession of my deepest regret. I regret being unfaithful. I regret failing someone who believed in me. I regret not realizing sooner how fragile trust is, and how easily it can be destroyed.
I do not ask for forgiveness right now, because I know I have not earned it. I only ask for the chance to grow from this, to face what I’ve done honestly, and to try—someday—to rebuild the pieces of myself I carelessly shattered.
Sincerely,
Ashton Conrad ([email protected])