Hello Doppelganger,
It has come to my attention that you happen to look a lot like me. It has been stirring my closest peers up with confusion and excitement. And by closest peers I mean my clique, really, whom I still do claim. Yes, even from 2,758 miles away.
Let's get straight to the point. I feel that you have, without effort at all, inherited all of my fame in my home turf. I do not have the experiences that I had there where I am now. I'm sort of living my nonexistent college life through the contact of the people I was closest to there and you have filled shoes that were meant to be unfilled. Not only unfilled, but mourned over due to the loss of a great presence. But now, you've got them on and you're walking all up and down campus in them. :/
I do not appreciate it. This is unacceptable.
I would, however, appreciate if you looked like me some place else because I'm not one to be replaced, plus you've got a lot of shoe to fill so you would be doing yourself a favor as well. How bout it? Win-Win. Or, you could continue to look like me and just not be good at anything I am good at. If you happen to know how to sing, dance, play piano, ukulele, and guitar, write poetry/song lyrics, or happen to get along with any of the three young men whom I share very close friendships with, I am sorry, but I am coming for you. I must protect the impression I had in that environment. You would definitely have to go.
If you choose to comply with my request, good for you. Thank you.
If not, prepare to be annihilated.
Much love, girl!
-Acacia C.
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