This entry is directed almost entirely towards My Stalker.
You know what, asshole? You really piss me off. You need to pull that fuckin' ugly stick outta your ass before I pull it out for you and beat the ever lovin' shit out of you. If you got somethin' ta say then say it, but try to remember who you're talking to. My name is Tabitha, and I am BETTER THAN YOU.
In fact, I'm better than ALL the people who ever gave me stupid problems without reason. I'm BETTER THAN ALL YOU ASSHOLES and I wash my hands of you. I am free of your stupidity, and shall remain so evermore.
You know why I'm better than you? Because I not only realize that there are other people on this planet, but have the decency to respect the FACT that they have feelings as well and that everything does not revolve around me. Sometimes I wish I could be king of the world too, but I just have too much self-respect.
For a long time now I haven't felt like calling you Stalker, without a sufficient substitution for your name and with the fuckfaced way you messaged me on AIM, this is what you're getting. Did you know we all call you this behind your back? That if we don't call you Scruffy we call you my Stalker? Well? Did you know that?
Now, as for the posting, TRY TO REMEMBER THAT I DO NOT GET ONLINE BUT ONCE IN A BLUE MOON. It took me five days to learn that capital letters equals shouting. Seven to learn that Sailor Moon was on the internet. And no less than 16 days did it take to learn that not everyone online is your friend. So it should come as no surprise that I DIDN'T THINK TO ASK PERMISSION BEFORE POSTING SOMEONE'S AIM NAME. If I could remember all the net nuances all the time then I'd call myself God and sit on a throne made entirely of gold and silver, AND I'D HAVE YOU BUILD IT FOR ME PIECE BY PIECE.
So you don't want to be friends? So you don't want to talk to me for a while? WELL THANK THE EVER-BLESSED LORD!!! Does that at all sound familiar to anyone else? Hmmmm, lemme think....OH YEAH! That's just what I wanted! I said to you that I didn't want to be friends anymore. I said to you that I didn't want to talk anymore. In fact, in addition to the recent event, I have said this four other times in my life. To think that it has finally come true, I am at a loss.
I've got one piece of advice for you, and grudgingly casting my pearls before swine at that. Learn to live like you are dying. Go outside. BREATH FRESH FUCKIN' AIR. Go fishing. Kick a soccer ball around. Stop rotting in your little nest. It's almost the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. I've never seen someone sit on his ass and go to college for nigh on six years. Learn to build model airplanes. Learn how to fix your car. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO SOMETHING! Wait...for the love of the fact that you are HUMAN and have ABILITIES and possibly something good and new to share with the world, for the love of all that GO OUTSIDE.
Because I am more civil than you, I am better than you. Because I will become something in my life and make my family proud, I am better than you. But most of all, the fact that I really know that I am your fellow human being, your neighbor as it were, and we are created equal and I am, in fact, NOT better than you; the fact that I know that makes me better than you as well.
My name is Tabitha, and I have nothing more to say to you.
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