There’s so much to unpack here, starting with the obvious fact that you didn’t actually read my post, so to help you understand my rebuttal, I’m going to use bullet points.
I dumped Allan the second I dumped you.
I was never abusive to you when we were friends, I was one of the nicest to you besides Alana and stood up for you to Ryan (he’ll even confirm).
You got all those donuts and shit for free, and I got mad at you for spilling my hot chocolate because 1. I told you to watch out for it because you sat down and put your foot near it and 2. you refused to clean it and it was a large, and sticky, and was all under Alana’s bed, and you didn’t even care enough to apologize to them.
I got mad at you (different than treating you like shit, not like I expect you to even know the difference anymore) when my bike lock went missing because you REFUSED to set it up, and then when I asked for it you tried to play the “I gave it to you” game. So I demanded the money to replace it (my impoverished mother paid $40 for it so my bike wouldn’t get stolen again) and YOU and Allan both spent the money your mommy gave you to pay me back, and its not my problem that Allan spent the money by himself the second or third time. And I said I’d FIGHT you because you and Allan said you were going to fight me, I never threatened your life, and I never tried to “force you into prostitution”. And with the whole prostitution thing, I was pissed because you FORCED me to give you my bike lock and bike (cried to me that you needed to get to CCAP in a few minutes, because you DIDN’T WANT to leave on time, and then threw a pissy fit because I wouldn’t let you use my brand new bike) and then lost my lock and told me you wouldn’t pay for it, so I said “go ask mommy or go into prostitution like you wanted to”, because you had the money, you just didn’t want to pay for it, because… the bike lock was found by Alana’s parents in their living room in your belongings, along with your cigarettes, cigar box, gloves, etc.
You stayed at Alana’s a few times, once after eating a shit ton of icing after you mother literally told you to leave it alone, and then Alana had to clean up the mess you made for yourself in that situation. At the time, you and Alana knew each other, sure, but you weren’t close, you just need someone to clean up your mess for you. Ryan didn’t leave a mess, and he only had a backpack worth of shit. He didn’t eat all their food, and Alana’s parents love him because he’s respectful. I knew Alana by the time I stayed at their house for emergency sanctuary, I didn’t bring every single one of my belongings, and I constantly used what little food stamps and money I had to buy food for the house. You however, stunk up the entire house with your foot stench (that still haunts the rugs), left messes in every room (one that was so bad it prompted Alana’s mom to clean it up, and caused Alana to have a full blown anxiety attack), left a cum stain on the mattress even after being told NOT to masturbate in that room, and then simply just being asked to use a god fucking towel, and left your (uncleaned) penis prosthetic and (uncleaned) light saber that you used to masturbate with on the floor in Alana’s room and different places in the house. You ate all of the food in the cupboards and refused to replace anything you ate, but would instead use the money your mom gave you (which was every week) to buy yourself McDonald’s and Dunkin’ Donuts every day (and that one ridiculously expensive burger place).
I never said wealthy parents are less abusive, but you stayed in contact with them in order to get money from them. I literally remember thinking “my mom would actually kill me if I talked to her like that and I wouldn’t blame her” when you called your mom and DEMANDED her for money SHE EARNED while you were talking shit about and to her and refusing to go home. Honestly, it seemed like you abused them.
You never had to steal. You had more money than me or Ryan and had literally everything you needed AND always went back to your house to get more. Once you came with me to the supermarket when I went to buy food for the house, and you stole garlic and ate it “just because you felt like it”. You stole dog food, jewelry, so many gloves, a leather jacket and an ugly t-shirt (from a thrift store which poor people need to buy from), hundreds of dollars worth of clothes (including women’s clothes that you never wore), wireless headphones, chargers you didn’t need, and yarn which you forced Alana to steal for you (not like it was the first or only time). You crammed up Alana’s house with all your shit and left no room for me, I had one pile of belongings that I always kept out of the way. And you literally told me that you guys always go to Walmart to steal, you called it “collecting”. You told us when you wanted to go and would complain until we went. And I literally asked ALLAN to steal a pair of toenail clippers for me ONCE because I needed them and would’ve gotten caught. No one ever asked you to steal for them. If you wanna talk about shit you needed to steal; Alana begged you to steal yourself some toothpaste and a toothbrush but you refused, you wouldn’t even get mouthwash. Dude, you even stole shit you didn’t need from family-owned businesses.
You made us steal from your house. You told us it was yours and your parents stole money from you so it was only right. You pushed us to take more and more, even when I kept asking “are you SURE this is okay” and “are you SURE they won’t get mad” in which you kept saying everything would be fine and they’re too rich to care. Allan’s the only one who stole from your house when you were admitted and we hate him almost just as much. I’m glad you’re in trouble. You need to take some responsibility for something.
I never said your parents didn’t abuse you, proving you didn’t read my post and you’re looking for pity points.
I don’t care about your “brands” I have a bunch too, and you don’t see me pulling them out every time something doesn’t go my way.
“Love is a distraction” is something you got from graffiti in our city.
It’s literally possible to reschedule a GED test without consequence, and again, Alana told you to leave on time and you told them “no.”
I don’t ride the red bike, you did, and so I had no reason to go look at it, but once I did I saw the gear shift was MISSING and heavily questioned literally everyone who even touched it. It was you.
Allan stole your mom’s laptop and I don’t know what happened to the guitar, do you. And so none of that is my problem lmao.
Some of your shit is STILL in Alana’s house, but we’re getting rid of it finally. By the way, I was invited to live here by Alana’s parents because unlike you, I am respectful, clean, and put food in the house.
I already made this point, but just to recap; the bike lock was found by Alana’s parents in your shit in the living room, I threatened to fight you because you stole my bike lock and then you and Allan threatened me, and then sarcastically told you to ask your mom and prostitute yourself because you literally had the means to get me my money. BTW you can’t get statutorily raped if you’re older than 15. And Ryan never said he stopped me from killing you. ALLAN is the one that tried to convince me to jump you with him for like a whole hour while I was actively saying that I’m not going to outnumber you and fuck you over.
Allan spending the money isn’t my problem, it’s yours and his.
I never said your mom didn’t hit you.
Finding headless nude pictures of your dad’s present or (most likely, since the quality is bad) past girlfriend doesn’t make her your birth mom lol and having dark nipples doesn’t make you Asian or even non-white. Lots of white people have dark nipples.
No one said pay rent. We said to replenish the food you scarfed down your throat 24/7.
I was friends with Alana way longer than 5 days by the time I got forced out of my house, and THEY convinced ME to live there and stay.
Well, you don’t want your fake suicide attempt on Tumblr? Ryan didn’t want you posting and talking about his sexual assault (even if you didn’t say his name) anywhere but you did it anyway, a lot, even after he STRESSED to you explicitly that he DIDN’T consent.
You told two different versions of the story, so get it straight with yourself. Also if you’re seventeen (17) now, and moved here five (5) years ago, then you came here when you were twelve (12), and so have been fifteen (15) years old in Providence. Equation: 17-5=12 & 12<15
You can’t feel your brain, Tobias. No one can. That’s why you’re awake and non-medicated during brain surgery. I don’t even need to tell you how you can’t figure out you’re nonbinary from masturbating. Get help for your lying.
We have proof from that time period and before talking about how you were trans and, more specifically, “not a girl”. Also, homophobia?? ok.
I never said all your trauma is fake but okay.
I never said only. I’m referring to YPI “13 and under” nights. It’s wrong because 17-18 year olds shouldn’t be FRIENDS with 14(-) year olds. A mentor, yes, not a friend. There’s such a mental age gap and I shouldn’t have to explain to you why its damaging to the child. You’re an extremely sexual person who only talks about your own trauma and sex with ANYONE who will talk to you. Younger people don’t need to hear about this shit. You shouldn’t be letting 13-year-olds “pet you”.
That link (that isn’t a reliable source ANYWAY, and every reliable source says the only group of people who CAN experience Stockholm Syndrome are those who have been the victim of a violent kidnapping, and even then, only a very small percent of that group actually develop SS.) says that victims of child abuse should be able to UNDERSTAND what SS feels like. It does not say that child abuse victims can experience Stockholm Syndrome.
Financial Abuse refers to forcing someone to give you money/gifts through manipulation (usually a SPOUSE), you’re thinking of alleged neglect.
I won’t lie here, I don’t believe your parents “medically abused” you since the school would’ve been forced to report you being violently sick all the time (that literally happened to me AND its a nationwide law and HEAVILY enforced).
“I had to work on that farm to pay for food”, you mean why everyone else works?? People work to pay for things! Kids (usually of color) have to get jobs very early!! To pay for food!! Wild!!
I’m not in competition with you, I just hate people who make up stories for pity. I am, literally poorer than you since I do not have access to money from mommy and daddy because they do not have money. You’ve said yourself your parents are “extremely wealthy (and that’s why we could steal from them)”. So you admit to being white? Good. And I NEVER said white people can’t be mentally ill or traumatized, I live with two white/white passing mentally ill people, and I’ve never invalidated their struggles.
You were texting me in the ambulance saying that you were going to be strapped down and you were scared, I comforted you by telling you I was strapped down to the stretcher on the way to the hospital and that it’s normal and it’s procedure. I was literally comforting you and you said I helped, but you know, turn me into the demon you need me to be.
You claimed to be called the N-word at least 3 times on either one of your blogs, You have said that you ARE Asian, which we all know you’re not, and claimed for this to have disrupted your childhood. Now, it’s great that you admit to adopting other people’s trauma as your own because that’s exactly what you did here. Ryan had brought up with us for a great while now that his mother would mistreat him when he resembled his (black) father, so whenever he got a tan and pulled back his hair, his mother would refuse to acknowledge him. He was born darker than expected because he IS mixed, and that made his openly racist mother upset. Tobias, there’s nothing wrong with being white, but there is EVERYTHING wrong with pretending not to be, and making up stories of being called slurs. You’re an asshole.
I’ll admit to misspeaking here, to correct myself; you said that you got called the N-word and that in response, you’re going to “sip your Asia manufactured tea and praise Black Jesus”. Which is just, problematic in itself. You’re praising sweatshops, admitting you know nothing about Jesus’s heritage, and fetishizing black culture all in one.
When we lived together you literally washed your hair ONCE. You didn’t even do it on the rare occurrence when you showered. I’ve felt your hair when dying it black (we never bleached your hair, there was no reason to.), and its the thinnest, blondest, most caucasian hair I’ve ever worked with, and I’ve styled tons of White, Asian, Spanish, and Black hair.
You didn’t shower JUST because you didn’t want to, I asked if there was a reason you didn’t want to shower when we first starting living together and you said “no”. And it’s not like you would’ve just kept from me since you unconsentedly dropped all your trauma on me when we first met and then continued to do so throughout our entire friendship. And I’m not creepy for hating that my room now permanently smells like your feet and ass because you didn’t feel like bathing yourself. Also, Alana’s father was and is pissed that all the rugs in his house have an un-cleansable stench from your, and only your, feet (and ass), so is he a creep too?
You have a white savior complex, Tobias and all of us talk about it all the time, I can’t source your entire personality, can I? I never tried to make it look like you said shit food (also love how you censored that one cuss but nothing else), I know it said spicy, I was commenting on how PoC don’t have a better tolerance for spiciness, its cultural, which is why adopted kids don’t have a better tolerance unless they’re exposed to the culture, which is why as a kid I hated anything with a mild spice but now season all my food to the point of having to eat alone without Ryan (who is a white-raised mixed person who cant handle spices.)
I don’t hate you because you’re white, I hate you because you’re a pity-searching, manipulative, lying, abusive, PoC-fetishizing piece of shit who won’t leave MY friends alone.
You don’t have a day job, you were fired for slacking off and then trying to blame it all on not having coffee (I’m writing all of this and functioned all day without any caffeine and while withdrawing because I’m actually caffeine addicted says my DOCTOR,) and told Alana you weren’t going to find a job until you were “fully transitioned” which doesn’t make any sense and shows how much a privileged, entitled, little brat you are. (Also boo-hoo you’re so poor that you can put off working until you’re “done transitioning”)
You’ve gaslit and abused them. I could list all the examples just from the past year of you treating them like your own personal monkey, but the video I’m going to attach will say it all.
I yelled at you when you purposely triggered me, ignored my wishes, and stole/broke my belongings. I insulted you when we were no longer friends and I saw you for what you truly are. I have tons of video examples of you saying “I’m going to kill myself” as a reaction to a joke or situation, since that’s what we all say, and I didn’t say “Tobias you literally make me want to kill myself.” I said, “OH MY GOD I’m gonna COMMIT” and then laughed. I yelled at you when you played a triggering song, and then I told you it triggered me because of Edward and asked you to turn it off, you REFUSED because “you liked that song”. I yelled because I was having flashbacks and you refused to simply turn off that dumb song because you don’t actually care about anyone but yourself.
You were leeching off of Alana. We were both living there, but I kept my space and self clean, I fed myself with my own self-bought food and even bought food for the house, I was polite and respectful to Alana, their parents, and their house.
I got mad at you because you wouldn’t let me explain the difference between broke and poor. You were broke, I am poor. You got money EVERY WEEK (everyone can attest to this), I struggled just to eat. My family is systematically poor, your family has a great fucking life. That’s the difference.
I got pissed because I said most, if not all, white-Americans are part Native American but that doesn’t get to count because the small, small, percentage is there because of rape and colonization and then you got ass-hurt and defended your 1/32nd part Native.
I didn’t even know about the Ingrid thing until now so there’s no possible way I could’ve physically yelled at you for it (nice made up story, bro), and we have documented proof that you were out (and proud) as transgender and more specifically not a girl to your friends, teacher, and classmates, and you told your friends that you were going to tell Ingrid you were a girl so you could “date and kiss her”. BTW, you started testosterone 4 months later SO you would’ve, by law, had to have had documented Gender Dysphoria for at least 6 months.
Again, I only yelled at you when you were triggering Alana ON PURPOSE, triggering me, or being ungrateful and abusive; so if you felt that you couldn’t talk at all because I always yelled at you, that’s says a lot about your character.
I just highlighted that passage to prove you’re a liar and you know it. I’m sorry I don’t fetishize and romanticize mental illness like you do. Sorry, I believe in treatment instead of building up and breaking.
Those pictures were on public, and you said you like showing people your Pre-T photos, AND YOU’VE POSTED ALL OF THOSE TO YOUR TUMBLR BEFORE. Again, you stole that story from Ryan, just like you did with me. And your hair is blonde, very blonde, very very blonde. And my hair isn’t straight, I have Cuban waves, you just saw it when it was so damaged it was breaking off, but even then it curled. (Also I’m Afro-Cuban and Latinx, get it right.)
You’re still racist. You fetishize black women and its disgusting. It goes beyond having a type. You objectify and sexualize them and it makes everyone extremely uncomfortable. And don’t even try to tell ME what racism is.
“Stalked”, “Months ago”, You don’t have many photos up, maybe once a month. I didn’t dig for those at all. Nice try though. And I didn’t make it up, you even admit to going to the 13 and Under nights and you’re only 18 so, you hurt yourself there, buddy. And I already covered the other things.
Again, you posted them yourself, both on your public Instagram with followers that you don’t personally know, and on your Tumblrs.
I didn’t stalk you, I’m not a creep like you.
And you’re right, you started T JUST AFTER you dated her, proof you were out since you would’ve had to been.
And you treat your family like shit, I’ve only seen you talk down to your mother and financially abused her. (Because BY DEFINITION, you do.)
I’m a nonbinary, intersex, bi/ace 18-year-old person of color who goes to a queer/PoC-centered youth support/hang out center. I receive help and recourses and meet people MY AGE with similar interests. Tuesday-Wednesday is meant for 14-23 year olds, and Thursday evening is meant for children 13 and under (It’s called 13 and Under). I go on T-W, you go on Thursday evenings and stay to hang out with little kids and push your toxicity on them. I guess you could say there’s a difference between us.
I never brought up your mother’s threats. Also, Allan told me, not Alana. And again, never threatened you with death or prostitution.
I stole when you brought me there and told me to do so. I asked you if what I took was okay and didn’t take anything before getting the “OK” from you. Alana, Ryan, and I are not responsible for any of Allan’s actions, as we have pushed him out of our lives too, and we don’t plan to ever talk to him again. I threatened to fight you after you and Allan threatened me, and then when you refused to pay for the bike lock my impoverished, struggling mother bought me for Christmas.
You didn’t pay me back. You and Allan spent that money several different times. If rent is owned and a woman gives her husband the money to go pay it, but instead the husband spends it on cigars and beer, that does not mean that the rent is paid, it means that the husband is a shitty person with no sense of responsibility.
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ATTACHMENTS: Video proof of:
-Tobias jokingly saying “I’m going to kill myself’ and tying a noose around his neck.
-Tobias leaving his dirty penis prosthetic (that I gifted him) around
-Psychologically abusing Alana during a psychotic episode for his own amusement (after they’ve told him not to!)
-Sitting on top of a touch-triggered friend who said not to.
