01/25/2026
CONFESSION 094
27, Female
Toronto , ON
This is my confession, and I’m done keeping quiet.
A girl named Kasish Uprety walked into my life and slowly turned it into a mess I never signed up for. What started as helping someone out became me being used, drained, and disrespected in ways I never imagined.
She stole my underwear yes, my personal things, things that were never hers to touch. That alone should have been my first red flag, but I ignored it, thinking maybe I was overreacting. I wasn’t.
She lived off my money for ci******es, random stuff, unnecessary expenses while acting like it was normal. Like I somehow owed her that. Every time money was spent, it was mine. Every single time. And the irony? She had the audacity to fight with me saying she needs her money back, waving bills around like proof, when I was the one paying for everything. LOL. The entitlement was unreal.
She moved into the house and treated it like a free hotel. No responsibility. No respect. Never cleaned. Ever. The room was filthydirty clothes, mess everywhere, zero care. I watched my space, my peace, and my sanity rot while she acted like it wasn’t her problem.
And it didn’t stop there. She stole my things. Not borrowed. Not asked. Straight up taken. My stuff disappeared, and I was left questioning my own memory, my own reality, because that’s what people like this do they make you doubt yourself.
I gave kindness. I gave money. I gave space. I gave patience.
What I got back was manipulation, mess, and disrespect.
This confession isn’t about revenge. It’s about truth.
It’s about saying: I was used.
It’s about admitting: I tolerated things I never should have.
It’s about finally choosing myself and calling things what they were.
I’m done being silent.
I’m done covering for someone who never cared.
And I’m done feeling guilty for walking away from chaos I didn’t create.
This is me letting it out.
This is me closing that chapter for good.