If a Bipolar Hacker Falls in Love…
Hackers are human after all, but if among them there's a bipolar individual with a constant desire to harm others, then there can be some trouble.
It was a Monday, and I was in love with a boy who worked at a tailor shop. I had fallen in love just like normal people do; the only difference was that whether I was human or not was a debatable issue. Because I would often feel like I had to obtain things whenever I wanted, and if I received a negative response, I would immediately resort to violence and other means. I was quite skilled in programming languages and computer science; I could monitor the boy's life closely, but love appreciates simplicity, it loves purity; there was no need for such things. Perhaps I wasn't a beautiful girl, but I was emotional at least, even if just a little.
I had an identity online, lots of friends, but if you asked me, I didn't really know any of them; however, through correspondence, people could acquire valuable connections in life.
Days passed, my feelings grew, it was time to open up; I wasn't very afraid, if it worked out with someone, it was fine; if not, I could find someone else. I wasn't an adolescent; I knew what I was doing and what might happen to me, but who cared?
I went to him, started my sentences: "When I see you, my surroundings become heaven, pink water lilies fall from flowing waterfalls..."
He looked at me, from head to toe, I couldn't figure out, but I couldn't predict what he would say. He squinted his eyes but didn't smile.
He started his sentences: "Don't be ridiculous," he said... Afterward, I didn't even realize what he had said because I felt like a volcano was about to erupt within me. I left without saying a word.
I came home, started writing about my experiences, my feelings... I poured everything onto paper. Can human emotions be written? I wrote, I expressed; the paper would literally cry.
I didn't want to harm him, but now I was upset because of him; of course, there would be a price to pay, a price he had to pay.
At night, when I laid my head on the pillow, I felt restless; today I felt hurt; I wasn't in pain, but it felt as if the excitement of battling pain was burning my soul...
I compiled my list in order...
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