|entry| how many more...
of you are there?
How many more of you will there be?
How many more people will fall prey to the trap you laid out for them like you laid out for me?
Thinking back to so many years ago, I wish I could kick myself and tell my younger self to leave you the fuck alone.
But I didn't.
Stupid foolish naive me.
But I'm not stupid anymore. I'm not foolish anymore.
I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of your delusions and insanity and psychosis.
Whatever mindfuck games you want to play, leave me the hell out of them.
I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of blocking name after name after name after name.
How ironic is it that a buddy list is supposed to have a list of friends, yet the list of your names in the "Blocked" category is longer than any other list?
You're lucky I am the person that I am because if I weren't, you'd be hearing from the police by now and more than likely be locked up in a mental institute.
But I'm getting close to stepping out of my lines. I'm close to losing it with you.
Don't push your luck. If you're looking for attention, look elsewhere, because all you're doing is wearing down on my patience and good will.
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
Don't IM me, don't email me, don't even utter my name under your breath, and pray I never meet you face to face.
Because I swear to god if I ever see you face to face, you'll be reduced to a quivering, simpering, blubbering mass of shattered illusions and broken dreams and I'll take joy - I'll even relish the tears I'll see on your face - in humiliating you and tearing you apart from the inside out without ever having to raise a hand or my voice.
I've given you the chance to leave me alone and in peace and if you continue to abuse this chance, I'll take the necessary measures against you.
I'll have you banned, I'll have you blocked, I'll make sure no internet service provider would be stupid enough to give you a subscription.
And you'd die without your internet. I know you well enough to know this to be true. The internet is your addiction and it's your blood life because without it, you wouldn't have all the people to lie to and to tell your delusional stories to.
But maybe that would be enough to shake you back to reality.
Do yourself and everyone else who's ever come in contact with you before a huge favor.
Get a grip on yourself.
Go get professional psychiatric help.
Get back on those meds.
Stop trying to make people love you.
Accept yourself for who you are.
And for fuck's sake, get a LIFE.
YOUR life. Not "theirs". YOURS.
Kill the illusions that run your life before they kill you... or someone else.
Don't make me kill them for you because I can most assuredly tell you that I will if I have to.
And I'd do so... gladly.
How many more of you will there be?
How many more people will fall prey to the trap you laid out for them like you laid out for me?
Thinking back to so many years ago, I wish I could kick myself and tell my younger self to leave you the fuck alone.
But I didn't.
Stupid foolish naive me.
But I'm not stupid anymore. I'm not foolish anymore.
I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of your delusions and insanity and psychosis.
Whatever mindfuck games you want to play, leave me the hell out of them.
I'm tired. I'm sick and tired of blocking name after name after name after name.
How ironic is it that a buddy list is supposed to have a list of friends, yet the list of your names in the "Blocked" category is longer than any other list?
You're lucky I am the person that I am because if I weren't, you'd be hearing from the police by now and more than likely be locked up in a mental institute.
But I'm getting close to stepping out of my lines. I'm close to losing it with you.
Don't push your luck. If you're looking for attention, look elsewhere, because all you're doing is wearing down on my patience and good will.
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.
Don't IM me, don't email me, don't even utter my name under your breath, and pray I never meet you face to face.
Because I swear to god if I ever see you face to face, you'll be reduced to a quivering, simpering, blubbering mass of shattered illusions and broken dreams and I'll take joy - I'll even relish the tears I'll see on your face - in humiliating you and tearing you apart from the inside out without ever having to raise a hand or my voice.
I've given you the chance to leave me alone and in peace and if you continue to abuse this chance, I'll take the necessary measures against you.
I'll have you banned, I'll have you blocked, I'll make sure no internet service provider would be stupid enough to give you a subscription.
And you'd die without your internet. I know you well enough to know this to be true. The internet is your addiction and it's your blood life because without it, you wouldn't have all the people to lie to and to tell your delusional stories to.
But maybe that would be enough to shake you back to reality.
Do yourself and everyone else who's ever come in contact with you before a huge favor.
Get a grip on yourself.
Go get professional psychiatric help.
Get back on those meds.
Stop trying to make people love you.
Accept yourself for who you are.
And for fuck's sake, get a LIFE.
YOUR life. Not "theirs". YOURS.
Kill the illusions that run your life before they kill you... or someone else.
Don't make me kill them for you because I can most assuredly tell you that I will if I have to.
And I'd do so... gladly.