Judge For Yourself - Rose Speaks
I am just 13. I don't know why so called grown people have to be so childish. But if someone kills themself on your birthday, as a desperate attempt to make you happy, it seems to me, just a dumb teenager, that maybe you can be a little nicer.
But what do I know? I am just a dumb kid with no mom, no brother and a mean person threatening me. The top part is my response to Jaye, who is jayesmusings at DW, and writes Hsu Danmei, Daniel Hsu, Danika Hsu, Andy MacDonald and other muses I am not allowed to mention.
Again, just judge for yourself. I am thirteen, and she is way old...like fifty.
My mom was sick. She had cancer, so did my brother.
I did not lie. I sent it to your email address. I don't lie. YOU DO.
You told my momma she was your friend. You told her that you would never, ever do anything to hurt her. Then you dumped her for no reason as my brother was dying. That was mean. You told her that you would never let RP interfere with your friendship. You used her. I know that. She loved you. Mom would have done anything for you. She would have changed anything you asked her to. You only had to ask.
My mom thought you were her friend. But you did not act like a friend. You were mean. You were cruel.
No, you don't know me. But I know you. My mom spent lots of years with you, defending you. Ida tried to talk her out of writing with you. She sent gifts, she wrote whatever you wanted to do. She loved you. You were "Aunt Jaye" to us. You were special. She looked up to you as a hero and role model. We spent a holiday sending goodie packages to troops, as a tribute to you and your husbands service. Mom thought you were the best person, ever. I have known about you my whole life. My mom prayed for you. She laughed with you. She loved you.
But you catfished her. You pretended to be her friend. You used her talent and her generous heart, and yes you used her lack of self love, because you knew she would do anything you asked of her. And then, for NO REASON AT ALL, you were done with her. You did not even have the decent heart to say why. But I know why. You got mad because her Roma was challenging Hsu. I can see it. You got mad because no one dares to challenge Hsu. Hsu is your alter ego to make up for the lack of control you feel in your life. My therapist explained that.
My mom did not badmouth you any more than you did to her. Do you think people did not tell her the ugly things you said? Why did you do that? Over a decade as a friend, and you were so mean. She got you money back! You never thanked her. But she was loyal to you. You don't understand loyalty. When my brother was in hospitals, when we were homeless, when she was lonely and sad and scared and sick, she never one time dumped her sorrow on you. She never asked you for anything but friendship and loyalty.
I don't hate you. I showed what you said to my foster mom and therapist, and they both said you are sick. You might have to be mean to me, to feel better about how awful you were to her. But I know that you are just trying to justify your meanness. Mom is dead. On your birthday, she took an overdose of drugs and alcohol. She missed my brother, and she felt like her life was not valuable. Her best friend would not tell her what she did that was so wrong that she deserved that. You were her best friend. Maybe only friend, because she had so little life.
You deleted your characters and deleted their comments. I restored mom's. You could restore hers, so that I can read her stories. It is all I have left. I don't want to look for her writing on your journals, and if you cannot do this, then you better not have any of her characters, writing or anything on your journal. I own it, now, and I forbid you to keep them. Meanness has a price. You can pretend you never wrote with her. But I know that she made you better, just like she said you made her better. If you want to keep her writing or characters on your journals, then you need to restore the comments. Otherwise, delete them.
I am not going to do anything removing anything. Not until you ask me NICELY. Mom sold the rights to Boukun. But I own the rest. And I don't want to talk to you anymore. I am thirteen and way too mature for your kind of mean talk. I choose a happy life. My mother loved you. My mother defended you. My mother was a good person with a big heart. Maybe you need to grow up and behave like a lady. I don't intend to say mean things about you. Instead, I am going to share your mean words for your friends to see. Then they will know that you will do what you did to Mom, someday.
By the way. You do know that you are not Hsu, right? You are not Danny or any of the puppies. Get some help.
--- ofthesteppes wrote:
> If you are Manda's daughter, I have a few things to say and then, as I
> said to Manda some months ago, I will not be responding to any more messages
> from you.
>
> Don't lie about me to my friends. Andi showed me the message you sent her.
> You know you sent no such request to me. The only message I've had was
> the one you sent yesterday in which you mentioned nothing about asking
> me to restore the "deleted" posts.
>
> I have not deleted any posts. I deleted all my Live Journal accounts, but
> all the posts were imported into my Dreamwidth accounts. But it's up to
> you to find them if you want them.
>
> I gave Manda permission to write certain characters of mine. That permission
> is now rescinded. Seeing as Manda's dead. Please remove any mention of
> my characters and that includes from posts and profiles and anywhere else.
> And lastly, and I will spell this out quite clearly to you as you are just
> a teenager.
>
> DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN. I WISH TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I DO NOT
> EVEN KNOW YOU.
>
> THIS IS OVER.
>
> And feel free to bitch about me and what I've just said all over the journals
> as your beloved Mom did. As she couldn't take a fucking hint either.
But what do I know? I am just a dumb kid with no mom, no brother and a mean person threatening me. The top part is my response to Jaye, who is jayesmusings at DW, and writes Hsu Danmei, Daniel Hsu, Danika Hsu, Andy MacDonald and other muses I am not allowed to mention.
Again, just judge for yourself. I am thirteen, and she is way old...like fifty.
My mom was sick. She had cancer, so did my brother.
I did not lie. I sent it to your email address. I don't lie. YOU DO.
You told my momma she was your friend. You told her that you would never, ever do anything to hurt her. Then you dumped her for no reason as my brother was dying. That was mean. You told her that you would never let RP interfere with your friendship. You used her. I know that. She loved you. Mom would have done anything for you. She would have changed anything you asked her to. You only had to ask.
My mom thought you were her friend. But you did not act like a friend. You were mean. You were cruel.
No, you don't know me. But I know you. My mom spent lots of years with you, defending you. Ida tried to talk her out of writing with you. She sent gifts, she wrote whatever you wanted to do. She loved you. You were "Aunt Jaye" to us. You were special. She looked up to you as a hero and role model. We spent a holiday sending goodie packages to troops, as a tribute to you and your husbands service. Mom thought you were the best person, ever. I have known about you my whole life. My mom prayed for you. She laughed with you. She loved you.
But you catfished her. You pretended to be her friend. You used her talent and her generous heart, and yes you used her lack of self love, because you knew she would do anything you asked of her. And then, for NO REASON AT ALL, you were done with her. You did not even have the decent heart to say why. But I know why. You got mad because her Roma was challenging Hsu. I can see it. You got mad because no one dares to challenge Hsu. Hsu is your alter ego to make up for the lack of control you feel in your life. My therapist explained that.
My mom did not badmouth you any more than you did to her. Do you think people did not tell her the ugly things you said? Why did you do that? Over a decade as a friend, and you were so mean. She got you money back! You never thanked her. But she was loyal to you. You don't understand loyalty. When my brother was in hospitals, when we were homeless, when she was lonely and sad and scared and sick, she never one time dumped her sorrow on you. She never asked you for anything but friendship and loyalty.
I don't hate you. I showed what you said to my foster mom and therapist, and they both said you are sick. You might have to be mean to me, to feel better about how awful you were to her. But I know that you are just trying to justify your meanness. Mom is dead. On your birthday, she took an overdose of drugs and alcohol. She missed my brother, and she felt like her life was not valuable. Her best friend would not tell her what she did that was so wrong that she deserved that. You were her best friend. Maybe only friend, because she had so little life.
You deleted your characters and deleted their comments. I restored mom's. You could restore hers, so that I can read her stories. It is all I have left. I don't want to look for her writing on your journals, and if you cannot do this, then you better not have any of her characters, writing or anything on your journal. I own it, now, and I forbid you to keep them. Meanness has a price. You can pretend you never wrote with her. But I know that she made you better, just like she said you made her better. If you want to keep her writing or characters on your journals, then you need to restore the comments. Otherwise, delete them.
I am not going to do anything removing anything. Not until you ask me NICELY. Mom sold the rights to Boukun. But I own the rest. And I don't want to talk to you anymore. I am thirteen and way too mature for your kind of mean talk. I choose a happy life. My mother loved you. My mother defended you. My mother was a good person with a big heart. Maybe you need to grow up and behave like a lady. I don't intend to say mean things about you. Instead, I am going to share your mean words for your friends to see. Then they will know that you will do what you did to Mom, someday.
By the way. You do know that you are not Hsu, right? You are not Danny or any of the puppies. Get some help.
--- ofthesteppes wrote:
> If you are Manda's daughter, I have a few things to say and then, as I
> said to Manda some months ago, I will not be responding to any more messages
> from you.
>
> Don't lie about me to my friends. Andi showed me the message you sent her.
> You know you sent no such request to me. The only message I've had was
> the one you sent yesterday in which you mentioned nothing about asking
> me to restore the "deleted" posts.
>
> I have not deleted any posts. I deleted all my Live Journal accounts, but
> all the posts were imported into my Dreamwidth accounts. But it's up to
> you to find them if you want them.
>
> I gave Manda permission to write certain characters of mine. That permission
> is now rescinded. Seeing as Manda's dead. Please remove any mention of
> my characters and that includes from posts and profiles and anywhere else.
> And lastly, and I will spell this out quite clearly to you as you are just
> a teenager.
>
> DO NOT CONTACT ME AGAIN. I WISH TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. I DO NOT
> EVEN KNOW YOU.
>
> THIS IS OVER.
>
> And feel free to bitch about me and what I've just said all over the journals
> as your beloved Mom did. As she couldn't take a fucking hint either.