After what I’ve spied upon during the last couple of weeks of October, you can’t blame me for feeling an urge to pull out the bloody spine of an impersonating scammer on Instagram. It doesn’t matter if I turned the tables on him by observing his texts and how far he’d think he could lure me into his web of deceit. The fact that he was ruining the reputation and good character of Alexander Armstrong burns me to my core. I’ve lost my Anime Community in the early months of 2019 when the Vic Mignogna scandal forced me to step away and reevaluate my connection with the genre that gave me life and a home. My sister’s heart got broken by J.K Rowling; Johnny Depp is leaving his antagonist role of the Fantastic Beasts films; and this is why I’m fighting off the unforeseen Twilight Zone that continues to expand and swallow the things that gave me joy.

I want this year to be over soon. I want to travel to the UK one day when the world is inoculated from COVID. Isolation may be keeping me and my family safe, but it’s sucking the psychological spirit out of me too. This lifestyle isn’t healthy for my Fanfiction writing skills. I thank Johnny Yong Bosch on Instagram for warning his followers that a scammer was using his Photo ID and Instagram Name Page to trick everyone. I was suspicious before MY imposter resumed communicating with me last month. Instagram declined to carry out my report on him impersonating Xander last weekend, so my heart had frozen over this autumn. People have no idea just how feral and antisocial I can act towards anyone in any form of communications. The fact that the imposter tried to get my attention back in June when Xander was just starting his Weekly Morning Radio Hosting job at Classic FM is the reason why I’m furious.

If anyone toys with my heart with false spirit-lifting words before screwing their impersonation up later on again, I won’t remain a civil human being for a while.