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I Fell in Love with My Stalker
The first comment hit me like a slap in the face. “Is this your idea of writing? Or did you fall asleep halfway through and forget to delete it????”
It wasn’t just rude... it was brutal. I stared at the screen, furious. Who was this guy?????
His username was Watcher01. No profile picture. No bio. No posts. Just this faceless troll lurking in the shadows of my Medium posts, leaving cruel comments like an uninvited guest. I should’ve blocked him immediately, but no. Instead, I replied, "Nice to know you’re so so invested. Thanks for the engagement!” A petty, sarcastic part of me hoped that would shut him up.
Spoiler alert : IT DIDN’T….
The insults kept coming, like clockwork. “Another half-baked rant? You really don’t know when to stop, do you?????”
“Your pacing is slower than a turtle.” “Do you even edit, or are you allergic to effort?”
I was mad. VERY MAD … But deep down, I couldn’t help but feel... weirdly entertained... He wasn’t just rude…he was sharp and witty rude. He wasn’t throwing vague insults around like some amateur troll…he was dissecting my writing. And even though it hurt, there was something oddly satisfying about reading his critiques. As much as…
