Kirby tried to leak my mental health problems to our mutual friends in the hopes that I would be left alone. One of his "alters" even came forward just to tell me that he hopes that I kill myself. I barely speak to anyone and focus on my own shit most of the time, because surprise, I don't give a shit about you and your farce of a life. I don't talk to Sarah/Queen of Mean/Spoken barely at all (and hadn't said more than a sentence to her in months until you all tried dragging me back in), I don't talk to anybody that he thinks I do.

Hell, I think if anything, I find it hilarious that everyone I was positive would keep letting him be a shit person left. And I only know that because I was terrified for them, terrified that if Kirby was willing to try and get me to kill myself by alienating me, what would he do to these other folks who he has addresses, legal names, and other such info on?

And then started the stalking, when we all had to start double checking, while he boasted publicly on Tumblr and X that he was having close friends spy on our accounts to make sure we weren't talking about him, and then came all the fake anons that I tracked back to the same device IP as the laptop he used to use when we hung out all the time, and then right after that, the device IP stopped being the same, but we could still track it all back to his state, and then he got a VPN and decided that he'd just disable any locales from that area, not realizing that that made it obvious he was still stalking us, but also that he was actively the one sending all of these anons.

Honestly, dude should feel lucky my moral compass isn't broken, or I'd give him a taste of his own medicine, reveal where it is that he keeps making these posts from, send the authorities to his house to look at his art, but instead, I keep to myself. Because Kirby doesn't matter to me. His life, in my opinion, is worthless. Somebody could shoot him tomorrow, and I'd feel sad, but not because he's dead; it's because I would know deep down inside that, if he just listened to me when I told him to stop searching out drama and reasons to fight online, he wouldn't be dead.

Kirby Boone is a waste of time, energy, oxygen, skin, and the tears that stain my skin as I write this, but I cry for him all the same, because I feel such profound pity for a man that simply cannot feel anything for anybody else.

Thanks for the question, Anonymous Coward - hopefully the next one you bring will actually be a question, and not some Elementary School Children version of a guilt trip for somebody that is
✨NOT INVOLVED IN YOUR DUMB SHIT✨

Damn, it's crazy that you came here with this thing that doesn't affect me in the slightest! I barely speak with Spoken as it is, and as far as Kirby goes, I have nothing nice or even civil to say to that contemptuous little creature. Further beyond that, I have been asked so many times to "read this doc" "read that doc" that I honestly can't be bothered to give a shit. The fact that you come to my Retrospring with this, while being anonymous, instead of sliding into my DMs (which are always open) just makes it look worse for you, because I have openly stated several times that I want nothing to do with any of this bullshit anymore.

I do not care about Kirby and his problems. He has done long lasting damage to my mental state. Hearing a voice that even sounds like his is enough to make me have a panic attack in public, and it has kept happening for the past year-plus.

Kirby has done such damage to my already damaged mental state, that it wouldn't be an understatement for me to say that he was the last person on the planet that I went out of my way to be friends with, and I count that as a mistake. Thinking about him makes me uncomfortable and scared for my well-being. He actively has lied, stalked my friends, tried to paint every one of us as every kind of evil he possibly could, and now he wants to put up a document, try and pretend that he didn't admit to sending people to spy on us?

Like, what the fuck do you want me to say? "Oh, it's fine, you only tried to spread rumors about me, got several people to unfollow me, and even tried to leak my mental health problems to others in the hope that they would leave me, knowing that I deal with abandonment issues.

Fuck him. Fuck him and everyone he has ever loved. I want nothing to do with him, I don't care if he is or isn't doing these things anymore. It stopped mattering to me a long time ago whether or not he was or wasn't, because I already saw what kind of person Kirby is, and the only thing I know is, if I never have to speak to Kirby Boone again in my life, it will be too soon.

Now, please, keep him out of my inbox; none of this has been me being overdramatic, or trying to gain sympathy. Bunni, as well as others, have heard me begin hyperventilating just from extended conversations about Kirby. I cannot stress this enough — PLEASE, leave him out of my life, and my inboxes. He means nothing to me anymore, and even if he did, I have reached a point where consolidation is no longer possible, as even hearing voices that are like his make me freak the fuck out nowadays.

Keep him away from me, and keep his activities to yourself. It's none of my business, and I really couldn't give a shit less about somebody that doesn't even know me well enough to know that my DMs was a better place for this than any of this foolishness.

If you genuinely are that afraid, my DMs are open, don't do this stupid shit again.