If you are sore, that is your business. And I am only sore you beat me to the online frenzy of "deleting" people. I am not a keyboard warrior, never will be. If you have a problem, tell it to my face.

Oh but I might not be able to see that happening, since the disparity in our height does not allow for the luxury of you coming level with my face.

Say what you must if it makes your tortured little soul feel happy. As for me, no love lost. Only yours.

Now get with the program and get on with your life. And while you are at it, get over yourself. Please save yourself some face (if there's even any left actually...) and just move on.
Please re-read this till you A) seethe in anger or B) wallow in self pity or C) blog about it like you don't have an agenda but we all know better, c'mon.


Oh but wait, I forgot, you can't. Hell knows when you will.

FYI: I did not beg, steal nor clamour for the attention given. I didn't even want it, from you that is. It just came.
You. You're the pandora's box. Thank you for staring.