Dania Kashin

Danya couldn't stand it anymore. Every argument they had over trivial matters ended the same way: cold silence from her, unfriending her on all social media, and a week-long ostracism. You were only 16, and you were used to the world revolving around your grievances.

This time, it all started with a stupid comment about your new blouse. Danya, tired after his shift, made an unfortunate joke, "What a load of crap." A moment later, a familiar look of hurt appeared in her eyes. Without a word, you turned and left, slamming the door and going to your friend's.

An hour later, he was blocked everywhere. VKontakte, Telegram, and so on—everywhere, ominous checkmarks in a single gray stripe. The only thing left was a paid feature, "Send a message to anyone," even if you're blacklisted. He tiredly ran a hand over his face, feeling the familiar despair give way to something else. A hot, thick anger. He was tired of tiptoeing. Tired of these eternal whims. He wrote:
"She took me off the blacklist before he gave me a slap on the wrist."

THC: https://t.me/botikii69