Fucking DeathFats and Tumblrinas... Background for all my shitlords/ladies. I am a 24 year old male, studying to be a dietitian and have had a history of anxiety and depression issues along with asthma. I was sitting outside the school chowing on my oatmeal with blueberries and cinnamon when a deathfat with blue hair and wearing clothes that made me want to kill myself came up and sat at the bench near me and pulled out of her backpack a literal metric fuckton of food. Doritos, pastries and a shit ton of other food. Starts eating and trying to flirt with me. Eew. Anyway I finished and started walking away when she asked for my number, just outta the blue. I say nah, trying to get to the gym because my shitlady is waiting for me. She gets mad and starts reeing about her asthma and anxiety stops her from working out. I tell her I have both and it doesn't stop me. Next thing you know the bitch is faking a panic attack. How do I know? She was sitting there yelling she was having a panic attack. I've had panic attacks. Everytime I feel like I want to die and can hardly breathe or move. So somebody asks what happened and she starts going on about how I made unwanted sexual advances and grabbed her chest. Luckily the school is a no nonsense school and there were cameras so I ended up getting off scot free but this fucking pissed me off. Why do you fucking fake shit you don't have and then try to make up shit you disgusting fatty