Dear
Anonymous,
First, back off my readers. They have nothing to do with what I write here. If you have a quarrel with me, say so. But don't vent your hate towards me on them. It makes you look even less intelligent than you already appear.
I don't know who you are. I'm interested, but at this point, it matters little. From your post, it's clear you disapprove of what I post here. And that's fine. Everyone's entitled to an opinion. It's just, yours is stupid.
Before I go much further, lets set a few facts straight regarding Shannon and I:
You must understand, I operate on little information. Well, I know plenty of things (need a napalm substitute? Come to me.) but with Shannon, I go with what I know. I know she acts like her life is terrible. I know she acts like I ruin it (with this, especially. More on that later.) I know she acts like we could be friends, like we could forget that we have nothing in common (more on that later, too). She acts like a lot of things. Thing is, I am, deep down, a scientist. I may act like a banana, but do to lack of potassium and other banana-ish bits, I am not. Without proof, things are as good as dead to me. I have no proof with Shannon. Thus, to me, all those acts are false. False.
Now, about this blog:
This blog is an interesting thing. It started, admittedly, in order to laugh about stupid things Shannon did. A bit harsh, to be sure, but it's gone on to be more than a Shannon hate session. I discuss life, love, and other things here. To deny so is to be blind and ignorant. All the same, in recent times, things have happened. I'll be the first to admit I had a hand in it, but there is no denying that Shannon is not without fault. Like I said, Shannon, stay the fuck away from my personal life.
Which brings me, of course, to Shannon and I personally:
We had, as you lot know, a relationship. Three weeks of lovey-dovey-she-never-kissed-me shit. We hugged, we talked (to a degree; recall, this was a while back) not much exciting, to be honest. As said previously,
that wasn't love. Much more interesting, in fact, was what happened after she dumped me (laugh it up, see if I care). Several of the earliest events led to this blog (the cracker incident, writing in my planner, that time she kissed me in P.E.), but things hardly end there. Most of you will have, by now, seen what she's written. That, and the phone call recently, contributed to the more recent slew of hate posts. These, I admit, were harsh.
I don't regret them.
What I say here is for the benefit of my readers and I. It is not intended to be a mob starter, or a reason to hate anyone. Moreover, I'll be the first to admit I'm a master of half truths, but what I write here is genuine. I do my best to admit my own faults, but fact is, in these cases, I appear to be the victim.
Shannon, if you read this, know that I write what I see. I don't exactly attempt to hide your part in it, but like I JUST SAID, I admit my own faults. I'd apologize, but I still don't regret them. If this is actually hurting you, stop reading it. Or give me a good reason to stop. Hearing that I'm hurting someone I perceive as a drama queen isn't quite motivation.
Anonymous, you know who you are. I have my suspicions. Your opinion is fine, but yell at me. Not the readers. They aren't the ones sparking the trouble, now are they?
Readers, you must have an opinion. As you've said, this is a harsh blog. I almost considered apologizing to Shannon, but sometimes, people stick there noses where they shouldn't. And sometimes, they must be punished.
Still, I value your opinions (civil ones, anyway), so speak out! Don't worry if you don't comment, I exist in person for a reason. Talk to me if you have a serious concern about what I do here.
On a final note, Shannon has complained what I post here is too much. I think she knows that I could do so much, much worse. So let's keep things civil, shall we?
