Alright, it's time to shed some light on the dark truth behind yesterday's post. I'm unsure if you'll judge me harshly for this, but I hope you'll understand.
I also intended this to be a part 2 of the story.
So, following yesterday's story about my oneitis ending up coincidentally kissing in front of me, I was absolutely furious at the unfairness of it all. I always seem to find myself in these bizarre situations, despite never asking for any of it. Plus, the fact that she's friends with my actual bullies—I tried to bring this up with her several times, but she kept ignoring my messages on Facebook. As a result, I did something a bit retarded: one night, I decided to create a fake Facebook account using her identity.
I vividly recall the moment I jumped in, snagged her original profile photos, pasted them into my account, began adding her friends, and started talking shit to them. Believe me, it was hilariously chaotic, her friends were utterly confused, wondering why the school princess had suddenly turned so mean out of nowhere.
In short, once they unraveled the truth, she confronted me at school, threatening to slap me if I ever pulled something like that again. But at that point, I didn't care at all. I continued to post porn links on the fake account. Soon after, she and her bully friends threatened to beat me up in the school backyard again.
Luckily, it was towards the end of the semester, so I decided to skip the last week before summer vacation.
Was I proud of this? Not at all. I didn't feel anything about it, I guess it was all rage and injustice, that I was just so fed up with the humiliation. Probably was a useless move, but at least I didn't felt that bad afterwards.
I also intended this to be a part 2 of the story.
So, following yesterday's story about my oneitis ending up coincidentally kissing in front of me, I was absolutely furious at the unfairness of it all. I always seem to find myself in these bizarre situations, despite never asking for any of it. Plus, the fact that she's friends with my actual bullies—I tried to bring this up with her several times, but she kept ignoring my messages on Facebook. As a result, I did something a bit retarded: one night, I decided to create a fake Facebook account using her identity.
I vividly recall the moment I jumped in, snagged her original profile photos, pasted them into my account, began adding her friends, and started talking shit to them. Believe me, it was hilariously chaotic, her friends were utterly confused, wondering why the school princess had suddenly turned so mean out of nowhere.
In short, once they unraveled the truth, she confronted me at school, threatening to slap me if I ever pulled something like that again. But at that point, I didn't care at all. I continued to post porn links on the fake account. Soon after, she and her bully friends threatened to beat me up in the school backyard again.
Luckily, it was towards the end of the semester, so I decided to skip the last week before summer vacation.
Was I proud of this? Not at all. I didn't feel anything about it, I guess it was all rage and injustice, that I was just so fed up with the humiliation. Probably was a useless move, but at least I didn't felt that bad afterwards.
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