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New Post from AkerlyAlert
I know I’ve been the best source for gossip around campus, but I think I need to close it down. I’m going through a lot lately, and I’m not really open to talking about it in public, but running this blog just isn’t good for my mental health anymore.
I’ve caused a bit of trouble with this blog during the two years I’ve been running it. If it weren’t for this blog, everybody would be much happier. So many fights started from rumours I posted. I’m so sorry for the friendships I destroyed, for the suspicions and the paranoia surrounding my identity. I’ve done nothing but bad things with this account and I’m stopping it for the good of everybody.
I’m sorry to my readers who looked forward to my posts about who’s dating who and what the lunch specials were going to be, but this is for everybody.
Akerlyalert out.
Armin hesitated to hit send on the post. This blog had been with him for two years, since he started going to school at Akerly, since he decided to make use of the fact that nobody noticed him, of the fact that he didn’t have any friends. But with everything going on right now, with graduation just a few months away and with his grandfather’s diagnosis, with the realization that, by this time next year, he was going to be completely alone in the world, he just couldn’t bring himself to cause and more damage with this account.
He wondered if he should have revealed his identity in that post. He would have deserved all the bullying that followed. And it wasn’t like it would follow him past June. At least, if he said who he was, people would have known him. He would have left high school behind with a legacy.
A shitty one, but one nonetheless.
Eventually, he found his thumb hitting against the send button, tossing his phone beside him on the bed. He didn’t want to see what this post would cause.
He planned on skipping school the next day, something he had NEVER done. He didn’t care about missing homework, even though he had nobody to ask for notes. It was only senior year. He didn’t need to care about anything after this.
Armin rolled over in his bed, pulling his covers over his head. He wanted to cry, but he didn’t think he could. It was like he was a balloon being filled with air that could pop at any time, but just didn’t have enough air.
With his luck, the balloon would pop right when he didn’t need it to, when he was in public or something.
Fuck.
“Maybe I should just drop out.” He muttered to himself. But if he dropped out, what problems would that solve. At least school was a distraction from the shit he was dealing with. A terribly toxic distraction, one that made him feel alone and sick to his stomach.
But it was better than thinking about what was to come, at least.