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I'd rather be no one than someone with no one :: Monday, December 22, 2003 ::

Andrew and the anonymous person who posted trying to keep me from deleting this...

I'm sorry, but unless I come up with a good reason to save this blog (And right now, I don't really want to) I'm deleting it.

Jesse and Liz...both of you think you know everything about this situation. Both of you do NOT, I don't care how much you think you do.

Jesse, I'm dissapointed at your comment. Considering how mad I am at Liz (And now at you) I think my conduct has been very good. I've refrained from calling her some things I've wanted to call her, and I think it's stupid of you to say that my conduct isn't good. What did you expect? Did you just expect me to take what Liz said? No. I'm fucking tired of defending myself only to be told that I shouldn't. No. I'm fucking tired of it. Jesse, I'm fucking tired of your crush on me. GET THE FUCK OVER IT. I WOULD NOT DATE YOU IF YOU WERE THE LAST PERSON ON EARTH! How much more CLEAR can I make it to you? Go lust after Mike again, kill Dorothy so you can have him if you must. But leave me the FUCK ALONE.

And to Liz...you don't know half about this subject. I don't care how inflated your ego is, you know NOTHING. Perhaps you need to just shut up and let what has happened stay DEAD.

Dear god, just fuck you both. You're both so deluded into thinking that you know everything there is about me when you DON'T and NEVER WILL. I pity whoever winds up marrying you two, if that ever happens. And to whoever Jesse starts to lust after next, man, I feel sorry for you.

:: Nick Monday, December 22, 2003 [+] ::