Maybe they were just tears of anger, "Scribble"

Maybe you always hated me. And this obsession with my academic success/intellectualism is due to the fact that you hated the fat little stuck up prick, and now you're jealous of his hard work and him fighting through life. You're jealous and pissed at my ability to defend myself, that little spoiled stuck up sack of shit is doing better than you, and you want to ruin my life because of it, don't you?

That night, you were pissed that I held my own even more so, enough to cry.

You hate me?

Whatever. You never had to stalk me, after you rejected me in 2012, that would have been it.

You psychotic lunatic. I'm going to get the authorities involved, private investigators, I'm going to be working in the field of computer science - so you best leave me alone now.

I know John's in on it, he must have moved from Cali for the sole purpose of ruining me. You are legion, Kelby, that other person you were sharing your account with, your boyfriend. Yea, Mean Creek all over again.

Leave me alone.

You just took a few of the most malevolent rape-victims, showed them some of the shit I looked at, obtained illegally by your late brother's military connections and extended ability to infiltrate my privacy by dropping the word "creeper" by him and now they all want a piece of me and can hack into more shit.

Well guess what, maybe you should drop it and be satisfied with the damage you've done so far before you get caught.

The only thing I look at anymore are mutilation (to know that others have underwent, have gone through, what I've gone through) and maybe hardcore porn (every man does that you hypocrites). That's it.

Stop spying on me, stop communicating with me. Leave me alone.

I just came here for pictures of Micheal Jackson eating popcorn while reading the comments.

U got to stop smoking the Tina....

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I'm not sure what point these threads serve anymore. A cry for attention? Anyway:

Originally posted by BackFire
Do us all a favor and don't murder anyone.

This is some Elliott Rodgers shit right here.

it's like reading the internal monologue of a GRRM protagonist...dropping seemingly random names and vague references to events that may or may not be elaborated upon within the next 6 books.

W-w-w-w-whaaaat, is this directed at me? Wtf is going on here? I didn't read all of it, in fact I read very little of it, all I saw was something about stalking and the name John. Um.

OK I read it and seriously mate—not a clue what you're on about, sorry.

Quite an intense read, though, so thanks. But I'm not the droids you're looking for.