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JEREMIAH
I’m running into the bathroom, hiding from the officer who’s supposed to take me to RISE. I’m hoping I’ve worn them out enough that they’ll just give up and go look for my other buddies who are covering for me right now. I know there’s an emergency door around the corner that should allow for my escape from this fuckass school. But for now, I guess I’ll wait. I open my Instagram and go on my fake account, @f3mboy.simp. Look, man, I know it sounds weird, but in my head they’re women, so there’s nothing implying anything else about me. But that’s besides the point. Right now there’s bigger priorities I go and check my favorite account. I’m itching twitching even to see his new post. He posts once a day at 11:35 sharp. All I can say is it has me quaking in anticipation. Though it’s not like I’m attracted to him—I’m attracted to the feminine demeanor he carries. I would’ve never followed him or even liked his post if I got the slightest indication the he was masc at all in his real life When I open the page, I see that he’s created a commission page, and he’s only allowing 12 commissioners. I almost lose it from excitement right there.Checking my bank account, I see I have just enough to commission a top-tier package. I can’t lie he’s honestly squeezing money out of his fans with this new add on because 120 bucks was to be an insane price. Yet I fall for it and I finalize my purchase I read through what’s included in the package and I notice “100 texts with creator,” so I immediately send my message : “Hey, I just wanna be clear I’m not one of those people, okay? But I love your content, so I might as well help you out, you know? Can’t make that much money being a twink online.” I don’t really regret was a I say but at the same time I do realize that it was kinda rough in the moment.