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2003-04-26 : 5:06 p.m.
I'm with him, and it's not going to change...
Okay, my loving kids... yes, you're right... this crud would only hurt, "if I let it"... "don't let it get to you"... and other stuff...
all true... and again I am thankful for all the comments and emails. However...ahem... yes, however... There are things, simple things, scenarios... very much in keeping with the... "let's screw her up, cuz if I can't have Fletcher, then no one can" crap, from these obsessedly, insecure, pimples for tits, numb fucks... who keep harassing... has been going on for MONTHS now. MONTHS. And frankly, I wasn't raised with the mentality to "ignore" or turn the other "cheek", as it were... I grew up in a scenario where I readily was forced to take problems head on... and "resolve" them in whatever matter was necessary. And be done with it. But it's a little hard here, because this “pimple for tits” honey, is doing the harassment any which way, however she may… without disclosing her “actual” identity, or at least leave a way I could respond to her appropriately, like an adult. Funny thing is honey, I feel so, so, soooooo SORRY for you. Because your twisted, insecure ass… is losing serious sleep, energy, and thought… BECAUSE I AM WITH F-L-E-T-C-H-E-R… Me… Alex… and honey… your crap, is making me want it and savoir all the more… Because I know what I have… and I will not lose sight of it… For a second. And I’m sorry your pathetic little existence, can’t move beyond that, and realize any shred of dignity and happiness you might have left in your own life… But that is not my weight to bare. And you can pine, you can wish, you can stalk, you can type your little heart out, with countless of notes, GB’s, and emails to my account… The fact will never …. Ever change… That in less than 12 days… I will have his taste, I will have his smell, and he will have mine… while you just dream, dream, and wish, and wish… I just hope your hand is up to par, for the long hand job that it has in store… because that’s the only thing it will ever get to see… EVER. And with that in mind… just in case you didn’t understand a word of the afore-mentioned, I will put it in a language you can understand… NAH- NAH- NEEE- BOO- BOO! Fletcher’s inside my nook! Aaaah… now with that in mind… I think a new diary is in the works. And I’ll be letting those of you know accordingly. Only because, I’m too old for such pathetic nonsense. And I REALLY, just don’t want to bother… and honey, why would you? You’re only making this worse for yourself. Oh yeah sorry, I keep forgetting… I'm talking to shit for brains…
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