Stalking Me But Can’t Stand Me? How Pathetic.

Let’s go ahead and call it for what it is — pathetic.

You don’t want to be in my life. You don’t want to talk to me. You’ve made it crystal clear that you want nothing to do with me.

So why in the world are you still stalking everything I do online like it’s your full-time job?

Seriously. You can’t stand me, yet you’re glued to every post, every update, every word I type. You’ve turned lurking into an Olympic sport — and for what? So you can run back like some messy little informant to say, “OHHHHH look what DeAnna wrote now!”

Are you really that bored? That bitter? That empty inside?

It’s actually sad. Truly. Because while I’m out here living my life, building something with purpose, advocating for change, healing, loving, growing — you’re stuck in the shadows, obsessed with a life you’re no longer part of. You’re not watching to support me. You’re watching to gossip. To judge. To "report back" like you’re in some 7th grade clique.

It’s laughable, really. You want nothing to do with me but dedicate energy to following me like a loyal hound. I’ve left you alone. I’ve moved on. I’ve minded my business. But here you are, still pressed.

So let me make it plain for the ones in the back:

If I’m so irrelevant to you, stop watching me.
If you don’t want to talk to me, stop clicking my name.
If you don’t like me, stop obsessing over me.
And if you're stalking just to play messenger for others — congratulations, you're not a friend, you're a puppet.

You don’t intimidate me. You don’t impact me. You don’t matter in the narrative I’m writing for my life anymore.

So go ahead, take another screenshot. Copy/paste this too while you're at it. Hell, print it and hang it on your fridge if you want — because I said what I said, and I stand on it.

Enough is enough. Your obsession is showing. And it’s not cute — it’s sad, desperate, and honestly… beneath even the worst version of me.

"Some people watch your life like it’s their favorite TV show — but still swear they’ve changed the channel. If you don’t like the program, stop tuning in. I’m not performing for you — I’m just living free."

"The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." — Exodus 14:14

Because while they’re busy stalking, snitching, and scrolling — God’s still elevating. And I’m still rising.

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