In Which I Am Extremely Infuriated (There’s A Good Message In This)
by Ann Neilson
A dear friend of mine had been talking to this guy for a little bit, someone he met over the internet. The man sent him goodies in the mail and lovely text messages, and everything seemed too good to be true–because it was.
Do not mess with my friends. Do not pretend to be someone you’re not. I will take your picture, I will google image search your picture, and I will find out who you really are. In this case, the man admitted to be lying to my friend. Sick.