You know what. Fuck you. I don't care if you were bored, I don't care if you have a grudge. You hurt my friends, you hurt me, you've damaged relationships, and you've dragged some frankly unnecessary people into this. Fuck you for that.
It's a quarter to 2 in the morning and I can't sleep. I felt sick for hours over this. I got a text from my best friend at 1 am yesterday. People I asked a few hours ago suddenly started getting their own texts from you. I've been talking to people and trying to fix things and trying to figure out who's doing this since this morning.
The amount of time and effort put into this actually disgusts me, and that's coming from someone who has put stupid amounts of resources into petty bullshit in the past.
A burner number. Multiple texts, to four different people, over a span of what's nearly 24 hours by now. Looking through months' worth of posts to find things that mention certain people. Specifically highlighting sections of my posts before sending them.
And if you are who I think you are, which is really fucking likely at this point, you've sent these things to your own close friends. Not even in a "let's share the joke" way. In a "they don't know who you are and that's horrible to them too" way.
If you're someone else, you're still sending this shit to people you go to church with. People you've known for years. People who might not even believe you would do this.
Maybe you don't give a shit about me. That's fine. But you should care about them.
I am not deleting my blog. I am not making everything private. I am not abandoning my space because you decided, for whatever reason, you couldn't leave well enough alone. This is my space, with my people, and I'm not getting scared out of that.
Yes, I could've been more discreet about certain things. I'm not denying that. That's something I will be changing, and maybe it's a lesson I needed. But you still had no right to do what you did.
Those were vents and thoughts and posts that I was within my right to make in a space I thought was free from anyone who would be upset by them. Not because I was afraid of them knowing. But because in a place with thousands of teenagers venting about their parents or their problems, to anyone who doesn't know me, it's not personal information.
I'm not doxxing people. I'm not constantly trash talking them. I'm processing my emotions in the one space I had completely separate. Not entirely private. But entirely separate. My only place like that. And you ruined it.
Luckily, not everyone cares. Not everyone is refusing to answer my texts. But some people are. Some people are upset and I don't know how to fix it yet. Some people don't understand how things were taken out of context. I can't explain that not everything I said still reflects how I feel.
You might not have thought this was a big deal. Or maybe you did. I don't know. Maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal if you'd stopped at my best friend. But you didn't. Either way, it is a big deal to me. We may not be friends, at least I fucking hope we're not, but I thought there was enough respect, or maybe just enough common sense for someone to not do this.
And for the record he did not give a single fuck about me wanting to put him in the stupid dumb idiot corner.
And the other one apologized about the freshman shirts. He wasn't offended. He apologized. Because that one was a legitimate fucking callout.
