"When Influencers Attack (My Sanity)"Lesbian Crush?

 

Alright, let's dive into the digital drama, shall we? Apparently, I'm the villain in a soap opera starring a blonde gamer influencer, who, by the way, has more followers than most small countries have citizens. She's been spreading whispers that I'm a cauldron of spite, hate, and jealousy. Which, frankly, is hilarious considering my biggest drama is usually deciding what color socks to wear.
For a solid year, this  Youtuber gamer influencer, let's call her "Pixel Pixie," has been playing a sneaky game of "influence the influencer's audience," popping up like a digital groundhog every time I go viral for things Im not trying to be viral for, but its time to start speaking my truth. She insists I'm pretending to be something I'm not. Look, folks, what you see is what you get. I'm basically a human who runs on caffeine and questionable puns.
Now, I've been playing the silent martyr, letting Pixel Pixie troll me under the guise of "support." It's like having a rattlesnake offer to give you a back massage. She's been meddling with my connections, spreading wild tales, and getting paid by a relative who's been using my identity to fund their, shall we say, "creative accounting" projects and real estate fraud connected to her relative who is currently serving prison time which she thinks Im not aware of. What this Blonde beauty queen in my images is not aware of is she is going to need me as the crew she is working with will soon be joining my aunt in similar jumpsuits. Everyone is a seductive internet gangster Until it's time to go to jail. Don't get me wrong, I love a beautiful blonde with pure intentions.
And here's the kicker: Pixel Pixie apparently dated someone involved in these "creative accounting" ventures, and worked for a family member's home health agency, which sounds like a plot twist from a daytime crime drama.
Instead of publicly calling her out, I've been quiet, letting her try to shadow-ban me with her sparkly, clickbaity content. I'm tired of being silently bullied because I dare to speak my mind against crimes against me.
I've politely asked Pixel Pixie via Instagram to stop DMing me, stop messing with my online connections, and to stop pretending to have a lesbian crush on me as a form of trolling. Yes, that happened. A bishop I once respected told me, "Never use your platform to embarrass anyone." But what do you do when someone uses your platform to turn your life into a digital circus?
Finally, I snapped. I told Pixel Pixie I'd be filing a police report if stalking didn't stop, and then I blocked her on the gram. Now, I'm the "mean" one. Oh, and let's not forget the time she was promoting adult  gangbang content while DMing me, which I don't care about, but my content is for all ages.
Honestly, nobody would be this patient(I've been told I have a patient of a saint)However,enough is enough. I'm trying to be me, in a world where everyone else is playing a high-stakes game of digital chess. And in the middle of all this, mental wellness is crucial. Because dealing with internet drama is like trying to herd cats during a hurricane. The ironic part most people think I have a dominant personality because of the things I write online lately but the few people who know me will tell you im a very very passive individual who mines their business and will retreat at the sign of drama but being quiet does not always bring about peace or order and nice gals don't  always win.