I did it. I was the one who did it. I found a perfect opportunity to get rid of you and I took it right away. And it sure as hell worked. Right after I did it, I felt terrible, and when I saw that my plan had worked, I felt even worse. When I heard you would be returning soon, I suddenly didn’t feel so bad. I realized I wanted to teach you a lesson and show you what happens when you let your narcism and fame get to your head.

Do you know who I am? I doubt even if I told you, you wouldn’t remember. We followed each other from the beginning and I really liked you, as a human being. I loved to talk to you and you were so humble back then. But then you started to get more popular, which I was completely okay with! I was happy staying a nobody on Tumblr and watching your blog grow in popularity. I was perfectly fine with all of that! In fact, I was really happy for you. What I wasn’t okay with was the fact that as you became more famous you started to talk to me less, ignore my messages, unfollow me even after all we’d been through.

I don’t care what you think of me, you can say that this hideous side to me is probably why you stopped talking to me but you can’t lie and say you’ve never wanted to get back at someone who hurt you. You can say that it was probably due to another reason other than your claim to fame, but honestly, the reason is pretty obvious.

I’m glad you didn’t get permanently deleted, but I’m glad I was able to scare you and maybe make you pee a bit. You deserve it after all you’ve done.

Have fun with your fame, and all your other little Tumblr famous friends. Treat them better than you did me. See you around, I guess.