I’m just responding to posts on an internet forum. I’ve never actually met you IRL. 
You have never met me. And I don't know who you were at the previous forum. But I do know that someone else knew you, knew who I was, didn't elaborate, manipulated circumstances, and that just all seems so incredibly fantastic, it's just so hard to believe. What would be the point? What could possibly justify such an expenditure of attention and focus?
Fortunately it is not so very important any more now that I have seen the weaponization process unfold, first-hand, numerous times. Yes, I understand, my statements seem vague, they would be lovable if only they were to
convey, and being a whiny bitch baby baby bitch whiny bitch baby, it doesn't really make much of a difference as long as I don't copy and paste something that someone else said, because, why, that might leave a trail.
I would prefer not to bother ordering--commanding--back the tide yet again. It was beyond tedious, and only due to my lack of awareness in how extreme the mendacity presented to me had been was I willing to ever bother going as far as I have to ensure that I'll always remember that I did whatever I could do here on this.
I could not possibly care about basically everything you think I do, and that's how it is. Carrying weight is a joke to me. Oh, but several other people, holy shit, it was like a bomb went off in their pants. Okay Crockett; okay Tubbs. Go get 'em. What a fabulous idea! Things will be better all over then.
When I found out that I was being used unknowingly, I put a stop to it--as far as I knew how, it's not like I am omniscient, I am sure there is still more ongoing--and anyone with their nose out of shape over it can invite themselves to a long tall glass of shut the fuck up. I am not your plaything.
And last I saw it, neither was that twenty-five pound phone. I will always wonder what that person was driven to do, while I was busy elsewhere, and when I saw that my car kept getting moved around, being driven by I didn't know who, with comings and goings into my house while I was not present, I came to recognize, oh, well, it's a fucking time travelers' travel stop. Neat! Now I am really on the map.
It's been three months and not one of you have peered past the veil of deception to uncover a key circumstance: five years of my life has been taken from me in exchange for watching all of you humble yourselves. It wasn't an unfair exchange, but imagine what would have been, if I hadn't been kept in the dark and fed bullshit. Every day. FIVE YEARS.
Now, that's a mushroom. Look, it's done now. Maybe not for some, but it is for me. I'm good. I've moved on. What is to come next is beyond my control and I don't have skin in the game, and further, I have no investment in the outcome. In short: I don't belong, and I don't have any compulsion to obsessively fit in everywhere. I honestly give not a single shit what those two and their 'dorbs families are and were up to, and the fact that they had some sort of falling out over shit that I never heard about and then they both desperately lied to me and to each other (while claiming they weren't talking at all the whole goddam time) perfectly explains the rampant inconsistencies that made no sense at all, at all, ever since... December 2019.
Nearly three years of some moron trying to get me to be the fall guy for some hood rat reprobate without any remaining trace of human-grade empathy. Christ Jesus. Well, at least I got some good training for when something actually matters.
Namaste. Have fun storming the castle. You all got played, cheersmate.
