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ktuhingki She also friended three of my friends, none of whom know her. Check out her profile.

Seems real - a sort of weird collection of furry/cartooning/Lovecraftian interests. All round nerd. I note, though, that only one person has friended her back. Her locked entries are very odd - curiously stilted and disconnected ruminations on work.

Her most recent post:
As soon as I left work, it started pouring outside. To make things even worse I had no umbrella on me. The only thing left to do was run for the subway. It was getting late out, and the weather was anything but pleasant, so hardly anyone was out and about. On my way to the subway I noticed a 35-year-old guy, and instantly an unsettling thought that he is going to approach me crept into my mind. That is exactly what happened. When he neared me, I noticed his lustful stare hungrily devouring every inch of my body. Not paying any attention to the disgust that painted my face this weirdo started talking to me. My deafening silence didn’t stir him one bit or scare him away, and he started making obscene offerings.

At that moment I had the strong desire to shove the heel of my shoe into his manly treasure, but I held back my emotions and fled the subway to the outside world. The rain continued to pour and intensify with each passing minute but I didn’t care anymore. I ran without looking back trying to leave my problems behind me. In the process I suddenly stumbled and twisted my foot. Feeling as if I was losing my balance, I fell with a thud into the biggest puddle around. Getting up, I realized with horror, that I broke the heel of my shoe. Tears started to trickle down my face, and there was only one thought in my head right then: “Why does all the trouble, all the bad luck fall upon me so soon? What have I done in this life that was so bad to deserve this? I just don’t understand…”

Somehow I managed to get myself home, and when I did, I fell on top of my bed in exhaustion. I didn’t even bother to lock the door behind me. I just didn’t care about it then. This was the last thing on my mind…

It COULD be real. Maybe it's a piece of fiction she's posting on the net?

Now, check out

evilcarp. Much of the profile is the same. Completely different friends list. The entries are public and exactly what you'd expect from someone with that profile. Still, her journal ends in December, and

ktuhingki's starts up in late January. Maybe she abandoned her old journal?

The kicker of course is that

ktuhingki's first post (a weirdly stilted essay about her bad day at some kind of generic office) ends with a link requesting people fill out a form about their work at home habits.

EDIT: Definitely a spammer. For the sake of those finding this via Google, I'm adding the remaining text from all the entries.

Masha didn’t know how much time had actually passed. To her it seemed
like a whole eternity. In reality it was only three hours. Little by little
Masha started to regain consciousness, and realized that her suicide
attempt was unsuccessful. This made her fill with happiness.

She was still feeling very nauseous, but she no longer vomited. Maybe
there’s no more food left in my stomach thought Masha and tried to get
up. Her legs were shaking but she still managed to take a few steps to get
to the phone near the wall. Doing this took away any strength Masha had in
her and she collapsed on the couch. Laying her head down on the pillow
Masha gave out a sigh.

With every passing minute, the strength drained out of her bit by bit. She
had to do something about it, but didn’t know what she could do. She
didn’t feel like calling Andrew, but there was also no way she would call
an ambulance. They will just take me away to the nut house thought Masha
and placed the phone on the floor next to the bed.

Andrew was standing at the street corner trying to hail a taxi. He was
feeling a bit nervous. Olga called him five times already asking him on his
whereabouts and why he still hadn’t showed. He still had flowers to buy.
Andrew knew very well that Olga loved roses and wanted to get her a fresh
bouquet before meeting up with her.

Being unable to hail a taxi, Andrew took out his cell phone and hailed a
cab that way. The car came within 10 minutes. He stopped by the store, got
Olga a bouquet of beautiful white roses, and headed for the restaurant, the
one he was supposed to meet Olga at about six hours ago.

This date was not romantic. For Andrew it was more of an obligation than
something he really looked forward to. The same could be said of the
relationship between him and Olga. A few times a month they went out
playing the role of a couple and telling each other about each other’s
problems.

Suddenly his thoughts returned to Masha and what had happened in the past
few days. Remembering her hollow stare and how she told him that life had
come to an end, he realized that he should be with her at the moment. How
is she now? I hope she won’t do anything stupid! These thoughts didn’t
want to leave his head. Even the ride to the restaurant didn’t seem to
take that long. The restaurant where Olga awaited him was already coming
into view, its blinking lights beckoning him to enter and sit in its quiet
cozy hall.

The cell phone, which lay in his pocket, started to ring… Maybe it’s
Masha thought Andrew. Looking at the phone to see who was calling he
noticed Olga’s glowing picture on the display letting him know that her
patience was wearing thin. Glancing at the screen Andrew decided that the
last thing he wanted to do right then was see Olga.

“Are you toying with me?” yelled Olga, “How long am I supposed to
wait for you?”

“I am not coming,” whispered Andrew into the phone.

“Are you crazy?” asked Olga, but Andrew had already hung up the phone.

He knew that later they would make up anyway. She would get over it easily
enough. Telling the cab driver to turn back, Andrew was on his way home.

Five minutes passed and Masha was taken over by dreadful vomiting. Her head
was still spinning, but now she started to experience a terrible headache.
Everything was burning inside her, and her heart was pounding. It became
hard for Masha to breathe. She didn’t know what to do, and prayed to God
to relieve her from all the suffering and pain as fast as possible. The
time kept on ticking but no miracle happened. She started feeling worse and
worse. It seemed like she would lose consciousness any minute now. Losing
track of time Masha didn’t know how much time had actually passed. She
had no idea at the time that she would have to spend a full evening between
life and death…

The thought of well that’s it passed through my head, but this didn’t
scare me one bit. It actually calmed me down. I was even surprised by the
apathy that entangled my conscience.

All will be well now. Soon I will fall asleep and reunite with my
parents... It was getting harder and harder to think. How could you Peter?
How could you act this way? I loved you so much, wanted everything to be
great between us, but you had to go and ruthlessly ruin everything and put
things to an end. You don’t have to worry because once I get there I will
be alright, and you will be alright too. I will not disturb you any longer
or bother you with my phone calls and such.

With every minute I started feeling worse and worse. Extreme nausea swept
over me and I was suddenly enveloped by a strong fear - fear of death.

That morning it seemed as though the earth beneath me was no longer there.
I didn’t desire anything. All I wanted was to remain in bed, alone to the
company of my own worries and tears. I called into work and tried once more
to take the day off, but heard my manager’s sharp voice ordering me to
come to work at once. I had no choice, so off to work I went. For the first
time in my life I had no interest in how I looked or what I wore. Upon
entering the office I was met with sympathetic looks from my coworkers, and
a stern look from my boss.

There was nothing I could do, so I started working. For some reason I
couldn’t concentrate on the tasks at hand. No thoughts roamed inside my
head but those of Peter. I sat there until lunch time trying to finish one
draft, when unexpectedly I was informed that the boss was waiting for me in
his office. When I entered the room I had to listen to him lecture about
how I started skipping work on a frequent basis, how I was being very
unproductive, how my thoughts were elsewhere, and how if my behavior
didn’t change it would all end with me being fired.

Despite the stern statements and the threats of being let go, I spent the
rest of the day doing nothing but being lost in my own thoughts. It was
getting gloomy outside and with every passing minute I was feeling worse
and worse. Finally the torturous work day came to an end and it was time to
head home.

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When all hope is drained, we lose the whole purpose and meaning of life.
That’s what happened with Masha. Peter undervalued her efforts and for
Masha things came to an end. She was devastated. She woke up one morning
and tried to eat her usual breakfast but she couldn’t do it, unable to
stand the sight of food. She entered a terrible period in her life, a time
when you realize there is nothing you can do, there is nothing to wait for,
and the person who means a lot to you will no longer be by your side.

It seems as if there is no way to escape the present situation that unfolds
itself. In these hard times a person feels lost and hopeless, losing
interest in everything. Even the most beautiful girls stop looking after
their appearance during this time. They just don’t care how they look.
None of it matters to them anymore. Masha found herself going through this.
She didn’t want to eat, or drink. Changes in her appearance no longer
brought her happiness. They didn’t benefit her in any way.