I don't want your nasty comments, I don't want your pop up ads, I don't want to get an email basically saying you want to fuck me (it's revolting), I don't want to have to be stabbed by that all too familiar feeling of rejection every time I go on here, please, just don't. If you have something nice to say, you see a grammatical error and you wish to correct me, you have a rant you wish to get off you chest, or if you want to give me some constructive criticism, go right ahead and comment, but I don't want to see something of this nature, "ur gona dead tnight." Grammar people, get with the program, I don't even know what that means. If you speak some foreign language of course I'll be understanding, but when I can't even read your fucking threats, it's a lot less threatening.
Also, dispose of your homophobicness at the nearest entrance to my site. Because seriously people, I'm not going to change because you want me to. I'll do what I want, when I want.
Just because you want me to die doesn't mean I'm going to (obviously). If I want your opinion on my living/dying situation I'll ask for it. Otherwise sit in your damn rage and get over yourself (this is, of course, excluding the support I've been getting from several people. You guys are awesome).
Don't write me perverted poems, that's sick in more ways then one.
Don't hug me, it is too weird. Ok? I don't mean to hurt your feelings or anything (cause you obviously care about me). But I don't like hugs I get all panicky and nervous. I'm sorry for pushing you away. It's just that I don't want to hurt you. So just try not to make any sudden physical contact with me.
Comments. I have always appreciate your comments, it makes me feel like someone cares. Until some bozo goes and crushes my bolstered ego with something stupid like, "i herd they was lokin 4 sucide clud members." What the honest hell is that?!?? My partner, Foster, translates stupid. Translation, "I heard they were looking for suicide club members." Couldn't you just say so? And what's that supposed to mean???
I know I shouldn't be so worked up, but right now I think I have every right to be. You people have shattered me to pieces, I'm lonely, stupid, paranoid, angry, frightened, but Foster will be back. Won't he? He can help me somehow. He will help me.
You. Won't. Win. So give up while you're still ahead.
Dexter/Gabriel
I feel much better now.
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