this is a fictional character, not someone irl
Squillia Shar Livia Naire.
When I first saw you on September 29, 2023, I felt nothing but an unbridled hatred and animosity towards you. That feeling has never gone away from me, ever. Every time your name is mentioned, or I am face-to-face with you, that feeling of raw vitriol returns stronger than ever. When I watched that sixth episode, you were fangirling over someone who you thought could love someone like you. I will not mention any names, but they know who they are, and I know your stupid bitchass does as well; which is impressive, because I know you can't remember SHIT.
Thinking that they actually cared for you has to be one of the most pathetic moves I have seen in my entire existence, because there is no one in this world who will ever love someone like you: a vain, selfish, prideful, arrogant, smooth-brained, doltish, reckless, narcissistic, unrealistic, punchable cunt who has no right to even breathe the same air as me. If I ever see you in the streets, I will beat your sorry ass into a wheelchair; so much so that your capitalistic pig-ass of a mother known as Bajillia can't fix you from the vegatative state that I swear to God I'll put you in.
Watch the fuck out, Squillia. Because if you cross paths with me again, or even DARE say that they loved you, I'm going to tear you limb from limb and feed you to the wolves, and the cops won't believe you when your skanky mother says it was me. TRY ME, HOE.