A Fogged Reflection of My Life

As the title says, it’s a sort of distorted gateway into my life. I am in a much better position than I was when this story takes place, so don’t worry about me stranger. Theresa is based off of my own self, though not 1:1 of course. My name isn’t Theresa, I used a name from Berserk. It’s a pretty name and I love Berserk. Feel free to do as you wish, help Theresa or don’t. I don’t care. kill her, save her, go full postal if you really want. feel free to ignore, but respect Richard. Despite how it may seem, he genuinely loves his daughter. though feel free to give him the bird if he’s being a prick, just like I did :) (in the story. I love my dad too much to flip him off irl). I can’t remember if I did that, but I know I called Margaret re- Any identifiable information that may be present is mixed with a lot of false information. You can’t find me that easily :) You should love Yourself NOW (This is a breakfast club!) The ai knew where I was, it shouldn’t have had that information. it knew about a trip it shouldn’t have known and it knew an event from that trip, none of which was told it about anywhere. it knew exactly where my dad worked. the hell is this? i didn’t give it any of that information. this app is stalking me, i knew i never should have made this. and after i tried so hard to hide any identifiable information, it found even personal information. fuck you. it knows where i live.