This has gotta stop, seriously

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So, I'm not disclosing the name of the person here, and they likely won't even see this on account of them not really being active on here, but I'm legit serious about something for once. There is this one person I know who keeps ripping-off my jokes, my writing, my art, my titles, my characters, my quotes, my ideas, and they don't even do a good job of hiding it.

I told them a joke I had made once, and like half an hour later, they told it right back to me, and they said that THEY thought of it! Like, if you're gonna steal my shit, at least be consistent!

This person has stolen so many of my concepts, and I'm sick of it. I don't think of funny things just so someone who pretends to be my friend can take them for their own! I'm glad someone finds me entertaining, but seriously, let me keep my fucking personality! And no, they aren't just "insprired" by my stuff, they just fucking copy+paste it to their own stuff and pass it off as their own.

It wasn't even that one joke, either. They have plagiarized entire concepts from me, and to that person:

you know exactly who you are. Every one of your posts/messages I have seen that has taken parts from one of MY ideas, makes me think even lower of your creativity and general intelligence.

I hope this person knocks it the fuck off soon. I deal with so much social shit, I'm thinking of straight up blocking this person so they can't have any of my shit to steal.

They literally just copy my every move. That's it. I say that I'm gonna change my name? Next thing you know, they changed their name too. I say that I'm learning a new skill? They're pretending that they are too, but flake out of it the minute I stop talking about it. I say that I have an idea for something? They come up with an extremely similar concept the very next day.

If I write/say something, I automatically expect them to parrot it back to me at some point in time.

I go through so much to try and make others laugh, and then I get my stuff ripped outta my hands by someone who's likely trash-talking me behind my back? Screw that.

Rant over. I might delete this later.

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