An ex-friend told L (the girl who slept with my ex-boyfriend while I was there to hear her moans [Yes she was moaning!]) they told her that I was writing shit about her in my blog. This is a small example of who these people are. They are ruthless and vengeful and will not stop until they see me dead and buried. L never read my blog in her life, but after hearing that I posted shit, dug in her claws. She didn’t like what she read.
I was being honest. Everything was true! TRUE TRUE TRUE! She responded back by saying not to post stuff at the expense of others and that she’s a mother and a professional and to not publish it. Then fucking act like a mother and a professional so you won’t have to hear hurtful truths. It hurts to hear, but I’m right!
She had sex with him while I was THERE. Do you have any idea how painful it was listening to something like that? I don’t give a shit if I ever see these people again. Everyone’s reading this, yay for everyone! You can all suck monkey balls!
After reading my blog, L went and told Dave I was writing shit about him. These people are ruthless. They don’t care who they hurt. Haven’t they put me through enough hell?
So Dave found the link to my site which I’m pretty sure was given to him, and read everything.
I’m not apologizing to anyone. My blog is anonymous. I wanted everyone to stop invading my privacy and to stop reading it, but they didn’t. Everything I write here is factual – REAL and HONEST, so nobody should have to “forgive” me for writing it. They can’t forgive me because I’m not sorry! If they still want to be my friend, they all have to grow up and own up. Act like actual human beings carrying around godly souls instead of their unwavering meanness. How can people live with themselves? How can they treat a bleeding heart (me) like scum? Not even scum, just an unmaterialized substance like I don’t exist. Why can’t they see it? Why’s it only me that see’s people?
All I’ve been saying to everyone is “I’m sorry, Oh I’m really sorry.” I’m sick of apologizing. I’m not kissing anyone’s ass anymore. When I apologize, that’s like saying I was wrong. But I’m not wrong. I know I’m not wrong.
People are completely insane. I look around me and all I see are grabby people. Grabbing and clawing at me one minute and spitting on me the next. Who are these fucking people? Who the hell are they?
And what did I ever do? I always try to do what’s right. Always. People are so damaged. It kills me to witness it. And I bend over, take it up the ass and say “I’m sorry.”
You can all shove it. Work out your problems using someone else, I’m done taking it.
I feel like a maestro with a wand in my hand – orchestrating a symphony of Angry Melanie Haters. The Angry Mob Melanie Haters – music to my ears. Sing, bitch, moan, wail, throw stuff, leave me to die – leaving me to die is when the fat lady sings.
Everything was fine, I was forgiving and understanding. But now after hearing them wanting me to apologize, no fucking way. Fuuuck that.
I’m retiring this blog. It’s gone too public now. I’m starting over with a new one. So all you assholes can’t read it anymore. I’m dropping all my followers, starting my stats back to zero. I hope you’re all satisfied with yourself.
Don’t try to find me cause you won’t.
Hope you enjoyed this shit show.
On a completely unrelated note, I massaged Mike Hunt the other day. True story.