Rage some more

Dear Stalker. Fuck off. Seriously simple as that.

I friend alerted me to the fact that someone i used to know was bitching about me on facebook with a good friend. Clearly because you were the epitome of maturity. It's about the fact that I've started quoting myself. Apparently it makes me self-absorbed. It really couldn't be because i think in third person and right down what i think about certain things. Like accomplishing a task or a conversation with a friend where i had an Epiphany.

Apparently it's egotistical to reflect on your mood. I used to read your blogs. Emo shit this, i hate my life that, someone please end it because no one loves me. You drop that shit in grade 8 and move on. I did, i forgot about you, you were insignificant to me as you were to probably many other people.

I have friends now, happy friends. Friends that i can hang out and introduce others to and don't have to be ashamed of them. It's what i wanted out of life. It's what i achieved. If you don't like me, the way i write, don't stalk me and then whinge. It's childish. I don't enjoy getting mad at fiends because of you, it's frustrating being angry at someone you care about, someone you went to school with and have all these inside jokes and all that kind of shit. It hurts, but what can you do.

Now I'm going to go back to my uni assignment because I'm actually doing something with my life; hope that you won't stalk me anymore and in about 24 you'll once again be insignificant.