oneup
you got me, muthafucka.
wow. "no, i haven't read you, why should i? would that make me like you more?" "your opinion doesn't matter to me, it's just an opinion." "so?! some people live on the internet, it doesn't mean anything".
so you can't change your status, nor can you contact me directly, but you can post a fucking "love poem" on a fucking bulletin on myspace (not even your blog) for all the world to see?
there's a reason that your friends have contacted me and that my friends have all said good riddance for the "loss" of you. and to think that i'm sitting here, still the last one to defend your ass, even thinking up until this moment that i should call you.
wow. i can be a tactless individual at some points, but you win the asshole award for this moment, and i really hope that you're present the next time they teach TACT in school.
i am so fucking angry in this moment it resonates from my core. fuck you very much.
