Not naming names, cause I'm not that much of a bitch.

Dear You Know Who You Are:

You think I think you're whiny and emo and annoying? I try really hard not to, but today you proved me wrong. You get all fucking upset over what a complete stranger said about an imaginary fucking band that I actually wanted you in as a way of re-connecting; NOT as a pity thing. Why would I want to pity you when you pity yourself enough for the both of us? I'm not a pitying person. Usually. But right now I jsut plain feel sorry for you because you're never going to let yourself be happy. I wanted you to be in this; I thought it'd be something fun to get us talking and rping again. But since you can't seem to get your head out of your ass I guess it's not going to happen. I'm not going to block you like you obviously did to me before letting me get a word in edgewise, so if you ever want to talk again, you can. But you are not, repeat, NOT, going to get me depressed and self-loathing like everyone else has managed to do. Until you change, I don't want you around me any more. You're not my problem anymore; you're your own.


Dear everyone else: Don't ask.