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Over the past 6 months I’ve had an ex-friend harass me, hack basically what amounts to my entire life, close bank and email accounts, black mail me, and make me beg to not have intimate photos of myself released on the internet.
My neighbor’s WiFi was hacked with the name being changed to mock me and call me out by name.
A person I once cared about as well was and is currently being harassed. I no longer care about this person because he has somehow found solace in calling me insane and crazy on the internet. He has taken to accusing me of being the one to harass him.
I’ve had plans for months now to move out of state to pursue higher education. This information was previously shared with that person yet he somehow turned that into me fleeing the state.
I was told under no uncertain terms that filing a police report would result in images stolen from one email account stolen would make its way available for public consumption.
I’m refusing to continue to be this persons puppet. I just do not care anymore. And as of 2 minutes ago the last channel they had to contact me was closed. Do your worst, Eleanor.
I hurt someone I loved, the other aforementioned person, Chris Holzworth. After having cut things off with me, I sent private documents that were under NDA to Eleanor (the ex friend). And after having found out how Chris treated me she later convinced me to release them.
Giving the things Eleanor has said about Chris it is important to note that by “the way he treated me” I do not mean anything illegal, or terrible just idk.... not great I guess. It is a long story not relevant here.
Months go by, Chris and I are friends and then we’re not. He asks to move in with me, has me agree to a rent increase and make arrangements with my landlord, and then says nevermind and proceeds to essentially belittle and berate me.
I try to kill myself. Which, to be fair, isn’t exactly @/narrativetool’s fault. I guess I really am unstable. It’s just... I could handle Eleanor harassing me, couldn’t handle what Chris did. Not his fault. I truly am fucked up.
I just got this email forwarded by Eleanor and it was from Chris. Where he essentially said that he had detectives look into my past. And that I was truly unstable and probably met Eleanor in a mental hospital.
And @/narrativetool accuses me of stealing his work documents and the releasing them which is what I said to his company @/gameatelier to help him save face and undo or alleviate the wrong that I did. But please note that I did not steal anything.
I do not have the internet prowess for that. I suspect that if that was truly the case then I would’ve been arrested for theft? Hacking? And I could probably uncover messages sent to me by @narrativetool that show he was the one who willingly sent them to me.
I did an evil fucking thing with that and I knew it the moment I did it. I did my best to contain the mess after I opened Pandora’s box. Futile? Maybe. But trying to right my wrong and “help Chris” is being thrown in my face now.
About my past. Cool. It’s my past for a reason. I became a different person when I turned 18 because people made assumptions about me based on what they read. You see unstable. But what you don’t see are the years of abuse I endured. That I overcame.
I survived being a foster kid, being an abuse victim, dealing with homelessness, depression, abandonment. I’m still not completely put together but I’m an adult now and despite the occasional slip up I’m for the most part happy and healthy.
And for the record herein lies the reason why, had I felt unrestricted enough to just go to the police and deal with the situation with Eleanor, I elected to not do so. People will always judge you for your past.
Mental health issues and police attention do not mix well. I saw this coming from miles away.
I got better internet and phone security. My new number is unlisted. I now live in a different state And besides one random email account which as I said has just been closed Eleanor has not and probably cannot bother me. Go ahead and do what you want with this photos. Ill be ok
Hell I’ll post them myself. “I’m an adult. You can’t slut shame me.”
And my mental health struggle is just that: MY mental health struggle. Nobody gets to use it to bolster their narratives about me. I’m honest about it.
Coincidently enough Chris once said something to me about him also being someone who was put into a mental hospital as a child and who had their own mental health issues (anxiety I think it was maybe bouts of depression I don’t exactly remember)
I would absolutely not be putting that information out there if he wasn’t putting my mental health stuggle out there as well. I’m just saying it now to show how people will take what you tell them and twist it to hurt you even if they know exactly what it feels like
The events of the past couple of months have been so hectic and sad and convoluted. But i chose to walk away from it all. Chose to walk away from the woman harassing me and the man who I honestly probably cared more about than I should have.
Chris and I would have never worked. Hell we never even went on a real date. But I guess him telling me that we could and eventually would and making actual plans to *confused me* or that time when we set a date and he just ignored me. That should’ve been a big red sign.
Oh maybe I’m confused because he asked me to move across the country with him. To “be each other’s person”. Maybe that’s what confused me.
Really back to the point of this, fuck you Eleanor. Which apparently isn’t her really name idk one of her number ours emails said something along the lines of “Eleanor loving was just the Twitter handle you redacted redacted” whatever
And to Chris I literally don’t care enough about you to be harassing you. God speed. Best of luck. Best wishes. Merry Christmas. Happy Easter. Happy birthday. I DONT CARE
As a side note I can’t believe I let the things this man said about me and to me really make me want kms and not only that he was the one I wanted to see before I ended my life. WHAT A STUPID BITCH OMG LEFT MY MOST PRIZED POSSESSIONS WITH THAT MAN FUCKING DUMMY OMG
Since I’m bored and feel like rambling I met Eleanor at a funeral who told me she went by Amora. I followed her on Twitter with my old account which hasn’t been active in like 2 years and we were mutuals for a long time. Her account name was def Eleanor Loving (love ting?)
Never trust a kpop Stan account. That is all for now. Until I feel like updating this thread which will probably be later tonight to be honest.
