sabato, novembre 05, 2011
Sandra, you are not welcome here
Yes, you got it right. My life isn't your business.
You aren't my friend and I don't respect you so I can't tolerate to be spied on by you.
You aren't an anxious girl, you're a stolker.
You aren't a woman in love, you're a groupie
Anyway, maybe now you can realize what I formerly felt, 'cause you can't control what people do far from you...well actually you can't even control what people do close to you...and you ought to get used to this feeling 'cause it'll never melt away. And, Sandra, let me say, the reason why you can't relax is that the world is full of people like you.
I wish you the worst. You can be sure that I will have prayed for everything bad could ever happen to you.
Stop reading this blog or I'll have no option but to write unplesant posts about you and, to be honest, you aren't such an interesting subject.
And you, stupid, stupid man, are you reading too? If you both are lurking my vain life in the empty words of this trivial blog, you have a problem, and it's not me.
Oh, no, I'm wrong. One of you is enought.
@Per i miei pochi, cari lettori...Scusate tanto, questo post si autodistruggerà entro pochi giorni e con un po' di fortuna non sentirete più parlare di Sandra.