Taking control back
I finally managed to flip the full script. For years I was bullied by someone who felt inferior in my light. He teamed up with other people who had a problem with me and he created a hate campaign. Then the same mother fucker kept blackmailing me, over and over again for sexualised content. But I was celibate and this drove him insane. So he took his frustration out on me time and time again. Making me feel worthless, pushing me to the edge of life and then swooping in to my hero. But even when he did that I could see his ugly personality and in reality I wanted him nowhere near me. See everyone else seems to be sucked in by the fake persona my stalker puts out to the world. He pretends to be kind, supportive and have time for people. But I see straight through him and I see his dark aura whenever he is close to me. He makes my skin crawl. He literally repulses me and no matter how much he stalks me, I will never want him in my life. He has isolated me from everyone in the world and it's only so he can tell me to take my life. He doesn't love anyone and the only other woman that got close to him, allegedly died of an aneurism. But I can believe it. He enjoys playing with peoples minds and it's all because he is pure evil. It is my birthday eve today and he has started the day (as soon as it past midnight last night) trying to trigger me, upset me and make me feel shit. He enjoys ruining my life and it's for no reason but the fact I would never want him in my life. But that's ok. I don't have to accept anyone that tried to bully and manipulate their way in to my life.
So when he contacted me telling me that everyone was building a new case against me with the police. This time I decided to take my power. I knew that he was only doing all of this because he wanted to have sex with me. So I had to let him. I didn't want to. He is an awful human being and he has literally recruited anyone he can to his hate campaign in a bid to get justice. Now, all he wants justice for is for him choosing to gift me. He used my room when I had a lot of views and he gifted me in a hope of getting himself known on TikTok. But he has a boring personality and no-one stayed around after he gifted everyone (using his ex-partners family's money). Then he has created deep fakes, lied about suicides, all in hope of making me feel guilty and being able to push me over the edge. But I am a cold mother fucker and I couldn't care less about what lies people tell. At the end of the day if other people did really get into debt and then kill themselves. That's not my fucking fault. We are all only repsonibile for own lives at the end of the day. And those of our kids/pets. So outside of that, nothing is my concern. I stand by that. If I got into loads of debt and then took my life. No-one would care. So why should I? I have literally had thousands of people telling me to quit life and they didn't care about that. So I don't understand their logic in assuming I should care back. Like seriously?!
It was the most uncomfortable 10 days of my life. I hated him being in my home. I was telling him to leave every morning because I felt so angry waking up and having this stalking weirdo in my personal space. I didn't trust him in my home. I hated having to take Bambi out for a wee because he wouldn't always come with me and I didn't want him going through my shit. I knew it wasn't goof having him here., I didn't want to see anyone when I was with him and when I did take him to my fiends I juts sat there in tears. He should have left but he didn't. He was only meant to come from Sunday at 12am (midnight) until Tuesday morning. But when he left he came back. He said he had booked his flights wrong. He mad eye feel guilty and I did say he could come back but I didn't want him to. I felt like he was never going to leave. when he did I knew I didn't ever want him back again. So I cut him off and yet again I was being trolled about him whenever I was live. He was back to using his gang to manipulate me.
He tried offering to spend money on me for my birthday if I let him come back. But I would rather spend my birthday on my own than have someone so vindictive and narcissistic around me. I would rather have no card, no present and just feel free. So that is what I choose. I chose me. Hopefully this marks the start of a new chapter for me and Bambi. I am getting my license back soon and I can move wherever I want. I just need to keep my location private and not make any content outside for the next few years. Clearly this individual has replaced their previous addictions with an obsession with me. So if he won't fuck off. I need to just not engage, Ever again. I haven't said what I am typing now and I won't even post this yet. I'll post this later on. But know it was written on the 29th November 2025. This is me writing myself back into power. Keeping my information private and saying less. True power is sometimes held in silence. I have said enough and these people don't deserve my influence. For now.