Hey, I did something. Something terrible and I hate myself for it.
There was this girl, I am a girl too by the way, she was in my school and she was quite annoying at the time, so to get back at her, I created a fake account on Instagram and it was a guy supposedly, let’s call this girl… Brittany. Anyways Brittany got really close to my catfish account and I dated her.
On catfish. On line.
I started being a complete dick to her on my catfish account and I, as in me, not my catfish would see her in school everyday looking upset for a while I enjoyed it but then it started hurting me too, seeing her all upset, she didn’t deserve this. One day I went on my catfish account and broke up with her, told her I’m deleting the app and don’t want to be with her anymore. Soon I logged out and it was all good, or so I thought.
I started noticing something in Brittany, her being sad worried me, I wanted to just be with her and make her happy, I wanted to give her all my happiness. I often saw her in school, one day I told her to sit next to me and we became friends after then. I’d often tell her jokes and try to make happy cause I knew I upset her, very much.
The thing is though, I fell in love with her…
I confessed, turned out she was bisexual, like me.
We have been a thing for more than a month now..
I still haven’t told her about the catfish I don’t have the courage too.