In early-mid December I had a falling out with a long time online friend. I kept to myself, tried not to think about her, post anything or instigate. People online noticed, and started talking.. she got paranoid and dragged everything public and accused me of doing so first.. I fought back and now I’m a stalker who is obsessed, copying her, trying to compete or sabotage her.
I can see her and what she’s doing, she’s trying to make me crash out so she can feel valid in her self-proclaimed victimhood. Neither of us are victims of the other, but she needs to be a victim because she knows victim status can be weaponized in reputation taxidermy to destroy the other person and make them look abusive.
I’m sorry Medusa, but I’m one person you don’t get to turn into stone. I told truths about you and your behavior in righteous anger, and you don’t get to write my story and smear in your lies. I’m taking it back, you don’t control me.
This shit really makes me want to smoke a cigarette because the bitch won’t stop subposting about me on Twitter and trying to get me to crash out so I look like the crazy one. Gtfo go away. Go swim in YOUR echo chamber.
So update: apparently she made a song about me.
