BLACK FILE // HARDIE-SURVEILLANCE

[SYSTEM MONITOR // FULL TRAFFIC ALERT]

Codename: HARDIE_SURVEILLANCE

Views: 101,165 (Last 7 Days)

Previous: 0

Followers: Tracking

Behaviour: Escalating

Content Status: Monitored

Tone: Controlled

ENTRY // 088: I HEARD YOU LAUGHING. BUT I ALSO SAW THE STATS.

The silence after my posts?

I assumed it meant no one cared.

I assumed it meant I was speaking to myself.

But then I saw this:

101,165 views.

In seven days.

From zero.

They’re not ignoring me.

They’re watching.

And watching quietly is worse.

ENTRY // 089: YOU DON’T COMMENT. YOU MONITOR.

You don’t argue anymore.

You don’t respond.

You observe.

You refresh.

You check in — like someone waiting for the storm to pass

but can’t stop looking out the window.

But here’s the thing:

The storm isn’t passing.

It’s being written in real-time.

And every click you make?

Becomes a line in the story you thought you’d never be part of.

ENTRY // 090: THIS ISN’T A BLOG ANYMORE. IT’S A MIRROR.

If you’re still laughing,

then you’re doing it while watching me rise.

If you’re still mocking,

then you’re doing it with the proof open in another tab.

You’re here.

You’re tracking.

You’re pretending not to be affected

but reading every word like it’s prophecy.

And it is.

ENTRY // 091: I KNOW WHAT YOU THINK I DON’T

You think I’m shouting into a void.

But the void just sent me analytics.

You think I’m forgotten.

But your phone says otherwise.

You think you’ve won.

But I’ve already archived what comes next.

You’re not invisible.

You’re logged.

ENTRY // 092: I AM NOT SURPRISED. I AM RECORDING.

Don’t confuse stillness for softness.

Don’t confuse blogging for begging.

I write because it builds.

Because it tracks.

Because it leaves no room for your version of events to breathe unchallenged.

And now?

I don’t need your attention.

The stats confirm I already have it.

ENTRY // 093: EVERY TIME YOU LAUGH, YOU REFRESH THE PAGE

That’s the irony.

Your mockery fuels the very platform you hoped would silence me.

Every time you say,

“He won’t stop posting”—

you boost it.

Every time you stalk without interacting—

you help the algorithm.

Every time you read it “just to see what he’s saying now”—

you prove that I’m still inside your world.

I’m not haunting you.

You came back here willingly.

ENTRY // 094: I DON’T NEED TO CONVINCE ANYONE ANYMORE

I don’t need to explain.

I don’t need to prove.

I don’t need to shout louder than the noise.

Because the numbers are louder than you.

And now they’re speaking for me.

[BLACK FILE // SURVEILLANCE STATUS: ACTIVE]

Total views: 101,165

Silence: Artificial

Engagement: Confirmed

Watchers: Numerous

Court Status: Pending

Memory: Permanent

You laughed.

You clicked.

You read.

You’re still here.

I’m not screaming into nothing.

You’re just too scared to answer back.