it’s kind of sad, actually. imagine feeling so unhappy with yourself that you do vile things and co-opt the suffering of others in a bid to feel interesting. but then again, the sympathy runs dry pretty quickly because they exploited people for their real stories of suffering, and harassed mutuals who wanted nothing to do with her because she’s crazy. I also found out that (despite the fact that she’s blatantly wealthy from the constant trips to New York and the photographs she used to post of the house she lives in worth $2m, which she posted the address of btw, idiot) she was begging mutuals for money, which went on daily outings to the movies and a $300 doll of Adrian brody so she could fetishise the suffering of a fictional holocaust survivor.

also found out that she waxed lyrical and told sob stories about a crazy ex that “made her” roleplay as Roman Polanski?? I was not around for that but can only deduce that the girl that allegedly did this is either a) fictional, b) real but was the victim in the scenario, or c) a combination of multiple girls who had no romantic desire or connection to her remotely and snubbed her creepy little advances, so she decided to make shit up to seem more “interesting”. Dysfunction isn’t interesting babe.

shed a tear for the chronically online. Idk if the psycho will ever see this, I assume she will because a little birdie told me she STILL stalks me even a year later, and probably gets off on me responding in any way (thank you for warning me in any case angel. they directed me a post which was just her seething because I posted that I’m doing well. Sucks to be you I guess.) I don’t care if attention gets her off or doesn’t, because it’s more satisfying for me to watch her get her just desserts. I don’t want to know if she makes another account somewhere, and what tall tales she spins. She will get exposed again. That’s her life as she has nothing else. No wake up call can stir her from the never ending waking nightmare that is her life, because she refuses to see herself for what she is and will never change because of that. Shed a tear.

No matter how much attention she garners online, positive or negative, nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever compare to real attention - genuine attention from another human being, who wants to connect with you or care for you. Or the pleasure and pride accrued from achieving great things, in the real world. These are things she hasn’t got and hasn’t experienced. And that is fundamentally sad.

and all of this came out over a tweet with the words jamaican fucking masterpiece. Exquisite.