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At some point, Stephanie started transitioning into the teenager I was: emotionally unstable, impulsive, and insecure. The level of detachment I felt from her in the beginning of my Habbo Hotel journey was rapidly decreasing. I remember sobbing in my bedroom after I was hacked. Having an emotional meltdown over a fake identity, a fake boyfriend, and a bunch of fake golden elephants that I spent the past year collecting was not very 18-years-old of me, but I definitely didn't have the emotional clarity to see it that way. I found myself becoming distressed and offended when my "friends" vocalized their doubts about who Stephanie actually was. Chris and others were definitely growing suspicious of her and I expended an absurd amount of energy toward making sure that their suspicions were never confirmed. At this point I had maintained the lie for nearly 18 months and at moments I felt closer to Stephanie's online pen-pals than my real friends. My real-life emotions were becoming too turbulent to hide, even to the strangers I had consistently lied to for so long.My life as Stephanie abruptly ended after two years when I was shipped off to spend a year in intensive therapy. I never came clean on who I was, but by the end I had fabricated so many lies they were becoming difficult to maintain. I was overwhelmed by Stephanie and her "adult problems" and instead of being an escape, she became just another obligation of mine and so did her issues. It may have been overly ambitious to think I could invent and then sustain an entirely new identity—as it turns out humans are surprisingly complicated. I have a feeling my online friends eventually learned I was nothing more than a confused 13-year-old hoping to someday model for a fashion-forward clothing company like The Gap. Poor Chris.Zoë Klar is on Twitter.