first off, yeah, I posted it publicly, you blocked me smart one, for one, and for two, it’s called ranting…ya know, that thing you do every other waking moment. you should know by now I keep thing private, but….at this point I don’t care. you’re right, I don’t care enough to try and ‘correct’ it— I don’t even know -how- to correct it. I mean, what, I beg for forgiveness for saying the word ‘female’? really? sorry hun, not happening. I -tried- to find someone to convince me to do that, and they all said you were the one over reacting….and really, at that point, I couldn’t anymore. and, on a side note, those people, the ones that told you they couldn’t handle how I am, which…yeah, that’s true…..they said the same about you, -that’s- why I never believed it.

now, I’m going to do the decent thing here, mind, that’s with sarcasm, since you never seem to understand what sarcasm is, and A, not run to five different people, and feed them a load of horse crap to get them on your back, obviously not expecting the same from you, as you’ve already done that, and I’m also not point to point out publicly how fucking rude you are in this….not to me, I expect as much, but to others…..I expect that from -your mother-, not you Carsyn. grow up, and get a life, you have to tear down others to make a point, really?….-shakes head- piss off. seriously, piss off, because I’ve reached my limit with you, and your bull shit drama.

and, ironically, I just said this to Dev, that I wouldn’t do this, but seeing as you…iunno, want to have a shit fight, coming back to yell and bitch after you said you’d dissappeare; I’m getting the Collar taken off…finally…screw if I get hurt, it’s better than being teatherd to someone who goes off at the drop of a hat, and takes it out on those around hir. and do you know how many people are glad I’m doing that?….more than you know, if you think I’m alone….I have friends— real, physical friends, the kind that actually protect me, help me, and don’t beat me over the head for my flaws…..the kind I never had with you around. don’t take your situation, and press it to me, I have a life, the one I offered to help you get, the one you threw back in my face.

I have my happy ending, my people, and my future…now do me a favor, and stop getting on that. better yet, take your own advice, stop bitching, and get moving. and teach your troll attack hound some manners, especially when he’s ‘tagged’— and I mean that seriously, if you want to keep him safe, might want to have him cool down a bit. now….it’s my turn to tell you off, plainly. stay the hell out of my askbox, stay the hell out of my submit, get the fuck out of my life, and so help me, you go after my friends like you did last time, there will be no words or warning.

now focus on your own goddamn life ans stay out of mine.