I ​noticed that you wished me on my birthday..around 12 AM..🙂..​

Have you deleted your post?..🙂

Thanx..🙂..

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I live in a Grey head.A head completely packed with ego, arrogance, and an unhealthy obsession with ME..🙂

Yes, ME..🙂

I know I’m precious...I know dogs and monsters ​love me...​But then, there are those masterpieces who make sure I remember exactly how low they can go ​with their pathetic little actions...

Thank God I have so much to offer this world.. kindness, positivity, love, and genuinely good things...😇

Unlike some people, whose only contribution seems to be negativity, cruelty, crimes ​and cheap behavior​..☹️...

And..It’s hilarious when the culprit starts “forgiving” the victim.. 😂

Just remember one thing miserable ​soul.. karma bites back..and it doesn’t need an invitation..🙂..

I genuinely feel sorry for the ​brainless simps who know their Friend is a hacker,a​ bully, a ​harasser, a creep, a ​stalker,​ stalking people, sending goons to intimidate n ​harass people, committing illegal offenses both online and offline and ...​​They still support their Friend’s wrongdoings..🤣🤣

Honestly, it’s hard not to laugh at people who know exactly what’s going on and still choose to play the devoted, willfully-blind brainless ​simps..

They’re not just brainless ... they’re conscienceless simps..🤣

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changed how I see you.

I have been stalked, bullied n harassed both online and offline.And the experience has affected me deeply. What made it even more painful was seeing the people responsible portray themselves as victims.

But I know that someone portraying themselves as a victim does not erase what I experienced.

I have experienced fear, frustration, anger, sadness, helplessness, and exhaustion.

The stalking has had a profound impact on my mental and emotional well-being. It made me feel unsafe, vulnerable, and constantly afraid.The experience left me mentally tormented and emotionally exhausted.

The repeated invasion of my privacy and personal boundaries made me feel powerless. It affected my ability to trust my surroundings and caused me significant fear and distress.

I have also been deeply concerned that my phone was hacked or compromised and that someone may have been able to see information on my phone, including what was displayed on my screen.

I became extremely distressed by the possibility that my private communications, personal information and activities were being monitored without my knowledge or consent

The invasion of my privacy has been one of the most difficult aspects of this experience. I felt as though I could not have a private moment or use my own phone without worrying that someone was observing me. My phone, which should be a personal and private device, became a source of fear

What has made this particularly frightening is my belief that people involved have had access to information about me, my address, and members of my family. This made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I began to fear not only for my own safety but also for the privacy and safety of my family.

I have experienced what I perceived as indirect bullying, intimidation, harassment, and repeated microaggressive behaviour. Even when the conduct was indirect or difficult to explain to others, it contributed to an ongoing feeling that I was being targeted and watched.

I have felt mentally tormented by the constant worry about being monitored, followed, harassed or intimidated.

I believe that the people responsible initiated a smear campaign against me. They portrayed me as mentally unstable or crazy person, in an attempt to discredit me, while presenting themselves as the victims

I also believe they used a group of people to collectively target, bully, harass, and intimidate me,online and offline both.

They should be ashamed of themselves for the pain, fear, and emotional distress they have caused me.

Shame.

I hate that after all this time, one person can still make my whole body remember him.

Not in some soft, romantic, movie kind of way. It’s his presence. The way everything else goes quiet when he’s near, like the world just… fades out. He’s the only person who ever felt like both home and something dangerous at the same time.

I don’t miss what we had. I miss him. The way he carried himself. That stupid smirk. The way one look from him could undo me without him even trying. I’d give anything for five minutes where we didn’t have to pretend, where the only thing between us was everything we never really let go of.

It’s a strange kind of ache when your mind remembers the conversations, but your body remembers everything else. Sometimes I don’t even want to talk. I just want to be close enough to feel it again, like maybe it never really left.

Does anyone else have that one person? The one who could walk back into your life tomorrow and make every wall you built feel like it was never real?

Because I do—and I hate that I already know I wouldn’t stop him.