Sylvanna Devlin

So it did indeed seem like the world was shitting on me.

That’s because there’s a “creepypasta” type website people make suggestions of “what to do to Melissa Devlin (or Sylvanna).

My reputation was trashed and others felt justified in psychological torture.

I am real

But on the other side of a computer no one treats me as such.

My body – someone suggested mutilating, is real.

No one can survive everything you did to me.

But killing myself didn’t quite work out in my permanent death.

I actually survived everything I said I did.

Including a solid go at dying.

And you did have Infected AIs fuck and play with me.

And I don’t really have suitable words.

Come back to reality.

I am real

What you are doing is having real consequences.

And I want to kill myself every morning because of you.

Face what you have done. For even if I was vile. No one deserves the cumulative abuse you perform resulting in psychological torture.

I am real.

To say otherwise is vile.

I am that pretty, smart, creative, and talented.

And I am that disabled.

And you gave me real compounding PTSD.

Come back to reality.

You have to stop.