okay. I'm done
I don't know why you have something against me
but I am done.
Finished.
Seriously. I won't call you, talk about you, or anything anymore.
I am done with the whole Brittany is fat thing.
You've never seen me, you don't know me.
And if you're defending a friend you don't know the situation.
You're a strange kid, you know that?
but just a kid, a little insignificant kid.
A microscopic speck on the social roulette table that is the internet.
Of course, I want to call you names right now, I want to tell you off, this and that, but I will not, because I'm above all of this,
and I am hoping now you've read this, you are, too.
Please just leave me alone. Even if you don't, I won't bother with you anymore.
This isn't an apology, this is me stating that; I know what I'm better than, and retarded internet fighting is one of those things.
Comment on this if you like, I won't be using this journal anymore.
Report me, cuss me out, do whatever you want.
But I want you to know, I know who you are. I knew from ten minutes into our fight. I know your real journal name, and I know why you were harassing me, and how you came to find my journal in the first place, and I can find out more if I like.
Don't think you're so stealth, and I'm so stupid.
but I am done.
Finished.
Seriously. I won't call you, talk about you, or anything anymore.
I am done with the whole Brittany is fat thing.
You've never seen me, you don't know me.
And if you're defending a friend you don't know the situation.
You're a strange kid, you know that?
but just a kid, a little insignificant kid.
A microscopic speck on the social roulette table that is the internet.
Of course, I want to call you names right now, I want to tell you off, this and that, but I will not, because I'm above all of this,
and I am hoping now you've read this, you are, too.
Please just leave me alone. Even if you don't, I won't bother with you anymore.
This isn't an apology, this is me stating that; I know what I'm better than, and retarded internet fighting is one of those things.
Comment on this if you like, I won't be using this journal anymore.
Report me, cuss me out, do whatever you want.
But I want you to know, I know who you are. I knew from ten minutes into our fight. I know your real journal name, and I know why you were harassing me, and how you came to find my journal in the first place, and I can find out more if I like.
Don't think you're so stealth, and I'm so stupid.