I won't call out any names in this diary, but you'll know who you are, once you get over the fold.
I saw you say, in pain:
Fuck that! Fuck them
cosign. I'll go ahead and repeat it for you:
Fuck that! Fuck them
I'm not going to tell you to stay. they don't rate your attention, and neither does the site, at this point.
see, this is a game to them. witness the max headroom character from the other day. thats what they think this is all about. being 'clever' on a blog. it's not real to them. they don't care about people other than themselves, so you know they dont' give a fuck about issues. nobody's real to them but peole they actually KNOW. we're not real to them. we're 'adversaries'. we're not human beings. we're like pixels on grand theft auto that they shoot with impunity and all that'll happen is some more pixel stuff.
they line up with someone who doesn't like you because of rank jealousy and everything goes from that. same thing they do to others.
with this latest example... the same people who say you can't ever ever ever mention a diarist's family member, who was the topic of a dairy used to make a political point are challenging your assertion about YOUR life like it's not real. how could that be unless they believe in different rules for people they KNOW versus people they don't? it's a fucking game to them. it's not real to them.
so... spare yourself. and I repeat, fuck them. fuck them especially for making you cry. I'm sure they're fucking laughing about it. its funny to them because your tears CAN'T be real if you're not even real. see how it follows?
I'll see you around, for sure. count on it. but it doesn't need to be here.