Fake people sucks

Oh, so this little charade is finally going to play out, is it? You think you can just quietly unfriend me on Facebook and slink away into oblivion, pretending like the countless hours, the shared secrets, and the favors you conveniently forgot to repay never even happened? Sweetheart, that’s not how this works. That’s not how *any* of this works when you’ve been dealing with me. The sheer audacity, the unmitigated gall, of someone as transparently fake as you trying to pull a vanishing act is frankly laughable. It’s insulting, actually. Did you honestly believe I wouldn't notice? Did you think I was just some clueless bystander in your pathetic little life play, too oblivious to see the strings you were pulling? Please. My eyes were wide open, darling, watching every single one of your disingenuous moves.

You want to press that little 'unfriend' button and sever our digital ties? Fine by me. But let’s be crystal clear: that minuscule click online doesn't erase the mountain of hypocrisy you’ve built in person. It doesn't magically undo the two-faced comments I’ve overheard, the snide remarks you thought were whispered quietly enough, or the way you’d butter me up one second and then stab me in the back the next. Oh, I remember it all. Every fake compliment, every empty promise, every time you used me as a stepping stone or a shoulder to cry on, only to disappear the moment you got what you wanted. You’re a master illusionist, aren’t you? Pulling rabbits out of hats and friends out of your life when they’re no longer convenient. Well, the show’s about to get a whole lot more interesting, because this rabbit is about to expose your entire repertoire of tricks.

You think you can just peace out and leave me with this festering pile of resentment? No, darling. That’s not my style. My style is a much more public, much more satisfying form of retribution. You see, while you were busy perfecting your online persona, carefully curating a feed that makes you look like a decent human being, I was collecting receipts. Not digital ones, mind you. Oh no, those are too easy to delete. I'm talking about the real, in-person, undeniable evidence of your utter fakeness. The instances where you played both sides, the times you gossiped about people to their faces only to trash them behind their backs, the way you’d parrot my opinions to impress others while secretly ridiculing them. It’s all there, etched into my memory, ready to be unleashed.

So, go ahead. Click that button. Erase me from your virtual existence. But know this: every single mutual friend we have, every acquaintance, every person whose trust you’ve leveraged and then discarded, they’re about to get a very detailed, very unflattering portrait of the real you. Because while you're busy unfriending me online, I'm going to be very busy unfriending your reputation in person. I'm going to make sure that the world knows exactly how shallow, how self-serving, and how genuinely fake you are. This isn't just about Facebook, honey. This is about real life. And trust me, your real-life unfriend button is about to be pressed, hard, by me. And unlike your little online gesture, this one is going to leave a mark. A big, ugly, undeniable mark. Enjoy your fleeting moment of digital freedom, because the real world is about to get very uncomfortable for you. Very, very uncomfortable.