K**** hadn't been inspired by Alyssa, though. I'd later find out she was following the lead of posts made about me by one of my ex-girlfriends from high school, a girl named S*****. I actually thought we were friends, but after watching this highlight reel in her Instagram bio, I had to discover and accept that she didn't like or respect me, ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, even after I disappeared from the Internet, the ripple effect of the callout would extend to at least two more women from my past, who would see the latest drama as a great opportunity to scavenge off the attention that these spectacles seemed to earn the people who led them. Perhaps they were both being sincere in their testimonies ( Read more... )

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I returned to the 518 like a ghost to their crime scene. If I was going to return the car and camper, I would first need to find somewhere to store all of the belongings I had between them. I was dreading every second of trying to figure all of it out, but her father was really understanding about it all. I procrastinated a bit, in part because I ( Read more... )

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I wound up spending two nights there with Jess. We had sex again and watched TV shows on Netflix. I tried to cum and laugh at things even though it was so hard to remain present and to find anything at all funny or pleasurable. We ate burritos she made us in her chaotic kitchen and I brought her to a doctor's appointment for her back. She was still ( Read more... )

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Note: These entries are not written with the intention of slandering or canceling anyone. This is what I do, and what I've done since 2002: write about everything in graphic detail, the good and the bad. These things happened, to me, and I wrote all of this with only the goal of articulating the story and my feelings to the best of my abilities ( Read more... )

I woke up one morning and saw Alyssa's sunken face, looking stressed out and disappointed. She told me her mother had sent her an email, and that it was very annoying. Then she reminded me that this was why she had asked me to not write about certain things publicly on social media. I was friends with her mother, father, and grandmother on Facebook ( Read more... )

I miss the old life Alyssa and I had in Albany so much. I really had a good thing going, especially after Alyssa joined it, and I worked so fucking hard to build that life for myself. I miss feeling like I had a lot of friends, acquaintances, and support. I miss always being busy and constantly coming up with new plans to fill my Slingshot planner ( Read more... )