Ronan Craft has fooled every single one of y'all who are friends with him. Truth be told, he's the most obsessive, boundary-blind, bullshit-addicted weirdo to ever mistake stalking for joyance. Yeah — you. The self-proclaimed mastermind who can’t tell the difference between “enjoyment” and “being a walking red flag.”

You didn’t just mess with me. You escalated. You spiraled. You turned into a full-blown side quest nobody accepted. Dragging my friends into your nonsense wasn’t enough — you had to start lurking, stalking, watching, inserting yourself into their spaces like some discount villain who thinks creeping equals power.

Newsflash: stalking my friends doesn’t make you intimidating. It makes you unhinged.

They had absolutely nothing to do with your weird obsession. They didn’t sign up for your insecure little tour. Yet there you are, hovering around their lives because you can’t stand not being the center of attention. That’s not dominance — that’s desperation with the internet.

And then — then — you dragged my crush into this. Someone I care about deeply. Someone who had ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with your manufactured chaos. That’s the part that really shows who you are. You couldn’t get under my skin directly, so you went fishing for leverage. That’s not clever. That’s cowardly.

You operate like a bootleg soap opera villain:
• No real plot.
• No real power.
• Just chaotic energy and a desperate need to feel relevant.

Let’s call it what it is: you’re obsessed. You poke. You prod. You stalk. You stir. Because if you stop, you have to sit alone with yourself — and apparently that’s the scariest thing in your whole damn world.

You wanted attention? Congrats. Here’s your promo:

Starring: You — the self-appointed chaos coordinator.
Featuring: Innocent people you dragged into your circus.
Special appearance: My crush, who deserved none of your bullshit.
Audience reaction: Secondhand embarrassment.

You think you’re strategic. You’re predictable. You think you’re intimidating. You’re transparent. You think you’re in control. You’re spiraling.

So here’s the bottom line: keep my friends out of your creepy orbit. Keep my crush out of your insecure power plays. And if you’ve got something to say to me? Say it to me, I'M COMING AFTER YOU. So quit hiding behind other people like a middle-school villain with a burner account and too much time.

This isn’t fear. It’s disgust. YOU FUCKING, PATHETIC, MAN-CHILD.