I would sincerely appreciate if people who do not fucking know me, never talked to me before and never even know I existed, could stop talking about me, or to me, as if you have the right to simply because I exist in the public space that is internet. It is, obviously, all done.

This is a goodbye. I'm sorry.

Please, do not connect any people who supported me to my person, as they didn't know how I could be at my lowest. They all had the best intentions. They do not deserve to be called names because of me.

But it did happened. And unfortunately, because of the attachment you had for me, you suffered it. I never wanted to be like that. It still happened. I'm really, really sorry.

You do deserve to live to the fullest. To have friends and a partner who will match your energy every day. To not get your light dimmed. I told you this multiple times and finally, you do. I'm sorry I was neglectful, bitter, mean and toxic. I never wanted to be.

This is the last time any of you will hear from me. I will not be coming back. I know I already apologized to you Monty, but I will do it one last time. I'm sorry. You were always bright and full of life and I envied you this spark with my whole heart.

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This is not any of your business. Don’t act like it is, don’t come poking at me for more “juicy details”, just because it cures your boredom for a moment to live someone else’s messy life. This is the last time I will speak about it.

I think I deserve it, then alright. I do not, again, need to or I’m willing to make a sensation out of myself nor my former partner for the sake of pleasing people on Twitter. I won’t show you apologies, affection, or more arguments. This is between me and my former partner.

their life. You’re not, again, entitled to any details of my love life, simply because you’re enjoying the circus that is made of it. If you think I’m an abuser for having a complicated relationship with my ex partner and calling /myself/ all the names in the book simply because.

the good moments and the bad, simply to gain sympathy. I do not need your sympathy, pity, or to “be on my side”. This is me reminding you to pause for a second and rethink what you /think/ you know about complete strangers from the internet, who merely opened you a window into.

That there were more words spoken, written, than you were able to see? That there were genuine feelings, affection, hardship and emotional moments you’re not privy to? And you won’t be? Because I will not stoop so low and blast all over Twitter the intimate moments we had,.

NOT together for quite some time. People I see for the first time in my life talking about how I should “take responsibility” for my actions. Excuse me, but did it ever occur to you that my relationship was longer and more complicated than the few messages you saw?.

for your sick enjoyment of watching people on the internet “fight”, but it doesn’t mean I will take part in it or reply to any of your hate, which is based solely on the few self-pitying messages that got publicly blasted, from the time when me and my former partner were.

To those of you watching this unfold: please stop engaging with the use of my personal life and moments of weakness to further what those harassing me have admitted multiple times is a personal vendetta. I'm not asking for empathy, I'm asking to be left the fuck alone. (7/7).

are exploitation of my mental health. I've made mistakes. I ended my relationship with the person in these screenshots long before this began so that I wouldn't hurt them anymore, and the act of dragging this back up to further a personal grudge is violating. (6/7).

where I was having an episode and felt neglectful towards that partner and was upset that they were suffering because I was suffering (which are some of the many reasons we are no longer together), and expressed that I wished they had someone else to date, (5/7).

The threats on my life, the sexual harassment, the slut-shaming, the act of sharing screenshots from some of my most vulnerable moments in private conversation with an ex-partner I once trusted, where I admitted that I don't think I'm a great partner, (4/7).

It was upsetting to learn that details of my sex life were being used as goon fodder in a discord, so I left and cut ties. The backlash that I've faced for setting a boundary with those who were sexually harassing me has been going on for over a month. (3/7)

But since you want to discuss this, a month ago I cut ties with the group of friends currently harassing me because they were sharing intimate details of my sex life and writing sexual fantasies about me in a discord server with a former partner of mine. (2/7)