Okay y'all, I'm back. So, where I left off at, um, yeah, so after, uh, feeling some kind of way about my Facebook and Instagram and throats just depleting off the fucking planet, um, the next day I went, or not that I went, but I called, um, the police station where he is located because he is located in New York, like I said before um and they told me to just call where the incident happened being that he's in New York and I'm in Tennessee I was just like all right cool so I'm gonna call my local police station so they came to my house and I told them exactly what happened I even gave them the screenshots I gave them I asked my mom I had to call her to ask her if she had any like contact on him or whatever so i can give this the police as much information as i need for this report so as i'm getting the report i'm still trying to figure out how do i call facebook or how do i gain contact with facebook so i can let them know like y'all wrongfully victimized me over some shit that a motherfucker did to me which is crazy but if it wasn't i don't know like i i can't even really explaining like i really do feel some kind of way because all the memories and shit that i had on there like that shit date all the way back to me beginning high school like i really feel some kind of way about that um but you let me learn you know what i'm saying