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Dear creepy foot boy,
If you would like to have some disgusting foot fetish, that is your own business. But you make it mine as well, when you come into my room and start fucking with my feet. It's bad enough you took a picture of them, LEAVE ME/THEM THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY! I'm not fucking stupid. I know what you are doing, I'm awake the whole time. Waiting for you to fuck with my blanket, just so that I can call you out like I did this morning. What do you think? You can just run to the closet and magically I will forget what just happened? Attention dumb ass: I CAN SEE YOU RUN TO THE CLOSET. It's not very eluding. You wonder why I feel weird around you? Maybe it's because I can't even sleep soundly for fear of what kind of creepy shit you are going to fucking do. Don't bother lying and denying it this time. I've only caught you I don't know how many times. You can lie to everyone else, but I AM THERE WHEN IT HAPPENS. You aren't going to convince me of something different. You think you've changed so much. You are full of shit, you haven't changed at all. You're still obsessive and co-dependant.
Signed,
Sick to death of your fake persona