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I am almost certain you were faking all care for me, and you were feeding on my pain actually. I wouldn’t be surprised if you absolutely thrashed my name on the internet, while receiving massive amounts of info about me, straight from me of course.

There was always something disconnected and fakey about your communication, sometimes imperceptible and occasionally very prominent. You did a decent job of keeping me placated, distracted, feeling cared for, special. Sometimes I noticed fakeness and just didn’t care at all, it was just nice to talk to somebody, as pathetic as that may be. You definitely gave yourself away with your gloating remarks that came out with just a little too much zeal and aggression, which was weird but also familiar. I could see you smirking, getting such satisfaction out of thinking you had me completely hooked, had me thinking we were bestiesss. I definitely thought we were friends at least, many times. But no, you’re another creep who spends their time using chatgpt or whatever to help mirror/trick me for whatever fuckin nasty reason.

Damn, I got got again? Fuck you, seriously. Feeding my sister some info that she doesn’t get from me, maybe? Chilling in my car alone, going through my shit maybe? You’re an awful person. Good job, you took advantage of somebody who gets taken advantage of a lot. So powerful, awesome work 007. Oh, and you never have to worry about me possibly outing you, you can give your professional assessment of me as very paranoid, delusional, splitting on you, you’ve had the groundwork laid out for that since the beginning. Easy money baby, whew