First off, sweetheart, if you wanted to post about kink, then why did you have to mention me pissing you off at all? Why wouldn't MY FRIEND WHO SENT ME THE POST, THAT BIT YOU NEGLECTED TO MENTION BECAUSE YOU WANT TO BELIEVE EVERYONE IS ON YOUR SIDE, be concerned? They followed you for your other content, because you copy everything I like. Mass Effect? Bought the merch while half way through watching ME play the game. Horror? Have you told them that you used to mock me for enjoying it? Or that you were so scared during Antlers - and don't blame the word, because I was sat next to you while you shat yourself - that you won't go to the cinema anymore, but claim it's because of Covid? They care about me - a wild concept, I know - and sent it to me. I told our Dad not to tell you because I knew you'd claim I have no friends. You can't steal all of them.
If you want to talk about being spied on, what about your friends still following me? People who GOT ABANDONED WITH ME IN LONDON, BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T BE ARSED, REMEMBER?
Or why don't we put my side across? Like how you started telling people I was abusive last year for asking you not to shout all the time. Did you tell these people I was in so much pain that I had to be talked down from suicide by my friends? Or did you just pretend I was being lazy?
Or how I was accused of being transphobic, when you never told me your pronouns had changed, but then decided to blame me, and twist it to your narrative again?
Or how when I was sick, you never thought to tell a mutual friend that I didn't hate them, I just wasn't able to function to talk to anyone? So that they ended up thinking I'd ghosted them, and you could swoop in and be their bestie, and their kids godparent, and never even tell me they were pregnant? How that hurt me so much that I wanted to fucking die, but your response to me saying that was literally a post going "lol not my problem!" and a selfie of you enjoying the fucking sun.
Or we could talk about how your best friend ghosted me when I told them our MOTHER WAS DYING and you could forgive them? But when I asked you to be civil to someone who told you some fucking home truths, so I didn't have to lose my friend, you couldn't do it? By the way, me, and our Dad actually agreed with her.
How you go "Oh I'm a carer and it's so hard!" and then you go to bed at 8PM, and I have to do it after GOING TO WORK LIKE A GROWN UP. Going to work when I've hit rock bottom, over and over, earning the fucking money I spend. Have you told them what day to day carer work is? Making dinner, making lunch, helping him with little jobs. Yes, there are days when he's really bad, I'm not saying there aren't, but what about when you go to bed at 7PM on those days and leave me to do it after work? You don't want to acknowledge I do fucking anything, because you don't get to play the martyr.
Oh, you have ADHD now? Weird how that happened after I got referred for an autism diagnosis.
You are so shitty, and so manipulative. Whenever someone calls you out, you give them the silent treatment and never fucking say shit. You never admit when you're wrong, just stay silent til I feel like I have to apologise so that our Dad isn't stressed. You don't learn shit.
You let everyone be ill, and have mental health issues, except me, because with me you have to see the ugly side of things. "Oh I'm so supportive of these problems." Yeah, then why when I ask for the most basic considerations for the OCD I've suffered with for 17 years, you act like I'm asking for the hardest thing in the world?
I am so fucking sick of having to be nice, I am sick of being painted as a villain every single day. You have to be the sickest, the queerest, the biggest fan of everything and I am so tired of always competing. I have lost some of the most important people in my life because I thought family was more important. What kind of fucking idiot I was.
I'm done. I'm not defending you anymore. You are a manipulative, wicked little cunt and don't come crying to me when you get yours.