Applause for the Wallflower

You're a dumbass hoe. You really are. I usually try not to let shitheads like you piss me off to the point where I have to write it out on a whole blog, but whatever.

You don't know who I am. It's one thing to have an opinion and keep it to yourself. It's a totally different thing when you go off and tell the person what you think. You're in the right to have your opinions of me. Lord knows, whoever you are, I probably have my opinions of you, but never have I once sought you out specifically and told you what I thought. The worst part about it is that you're too much of a fucking pussy to show your identity. You must be some soft-ass mother fucker if you're not even going to reveal to ME who the fuck you are. For real. Look at me. What the fuck am I going to do to you?

You speak some heavy words for someone who's too afraid to show themselves, you condescending prick. If there's one thing in the world I hate most, it's condescending pricks. You think you're so fucking perfect? You think you'd handle my situation better than I am? Yeah, you know what? Fuck you. You probably don't even know who the fuck I am to begin with, so what makes you think you have the right to judge me and tell me that you think I need "help"?

And let's get this straight, I'm not obsessed with Carlos. He and I are long over. I use my experiences to better my future and, yeah I may talk about it in reference to how I used to feel or how it applies to my current relationship, but that does not make me obsessed with him.

As far as Myles goes, it's Myles, not Miles you ignorant asshole. If you have the nerve to read my fucking blog, you should at least have the intelligence it takes to remember how to spell a mother fucking name. Anyway, when I write about him, I write about how he's effected my life. I don't have to write to convince myself of the happiness I feel with him. I'm afraid you've got it backwards...that's how it was with Carlos.

Either way, it's none of your business. And don't pull that, "Well then don't put your business on the internet for everyone to see," card. Because you know what I'll say to that? I didn't give you the URL. You found it on your own time, sweetheart. You were the curious one that opened the window, hit the click or typed in the URL, and hit send. You were the one that, when the page loaded, scanned the entries for whatever interesting information you could find, formulated the opinions, and used my own precious thoughts and memories against me. So you know what? Fuck you, sir. Fuck you. You're not even worth the short amount of time it took me to write this blog. Now go burn in hell so you don't pollute the rest of the world with your condescending attitude.