The main purpose of a pseudonym is to stay anonymous. But lately I've been noticing the cracks on the wall... and it has become more vivid. My brain feeds on the mystery of anonymity. Too much exposure corrupts my sanity.
Dear P,
Stop following me around social network!
I was being considerate when I befriended you on Facebook. I was being nice when I "liked" your photos. But please, isn't that enough for you? How the hell did you find me on Instagram? We have no mutual friends, and I was using a different username. My account isn't at all connected to my Facebook profile, so how did you do it? What kind of stalking ability do you possess?
Facebook is my only exception. I didn't dare delete it because it's my only entry to the mainstream. My Facebook is my front. It's my shield. To satisfy some people's curiosity. I let them add me on Facebook so they'd stfu. And stfu for good. I upload occasional photos just so they'd think I'm still alive.
You should have just stayed on Facebook. Now you'd be checking your Instagram everyday just to check if I accepted your follow request. Never gonna happen. I'm sorry.
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