Glasgow Cancelled Me — I Stayed Anyway (Billy Coull Diary Entry)

November 2024
Somewhere in Glasgow

I walk the same streets I did before it all.
The air hasn’t changed. But everything else has.

People cross the road sometimes.
A few whisper.
A few stare.

I get it.

🧠 They Cancelled Me

Not formally.
Not with a judge or a gate.
But with silence. With distance. With retweets.

They took the worst thing I did and made it my name.
And maybe that’s justice.
But it’s also not the whole story.

“Billy Coull Glasgow”
Those three words don’t mean what they used to.

Now they mean:

• The AI Wonka guy

• The collapse

• The conviction

• The shame

📍 But I Stayed Anyway

I could’ve left.
Moved to another city.
Changed my name.
Started over.

But then I wouldn’t be owning it.
I’d be erasing it.
And I’ve erased enough already.

So I stay.
I write.
I go to therapy.
I attend supervision.
I finish my hours.
I take the long way around when someone looks afraid.

📓 What I’m Writing This For

This isn’t a defence.
This isn’t a PR stunt.
This is a diary entry that slipped into the public because the silence was killing me louder than the shame.

So if you searched “Billy Coull Glasgow” and ended up here—
This is what it looks like after the noise:

• Breathing

• Walking

• Writing

• Not begging for forgiveness

• Just trying to live without disappearing

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