Post by Siv on Jun 22, 2008 0:56:28 GMT -5
I'm sorry, but I cannot stand it. I literally vomited. And I feel extremely sick at the moment.
I might come back after I've recovered, but that won't be for a while. Mud, you can say all the bullshit you want about me, but in my eyes, you're Hitler. Nothing but a murderer. And when have you supported me? I can't seem to remember. When have you even taken interest? I don't think I can recall that....
Considering my usual poor help, temporarily giving up pig last summer was hard. You have no idea how fragile my health is, no idea how many times I see a doctor in a year for reasons you have probably never heard of. I'm back on it, yes, but at least I listen to you.
You don't even care about this site! You can sit here and pretend that you do, but the bottom line is that you don't. You couldn't care less. If you did, you wouldn't be bragging to me about how it's so much better on every other fucking site you visit.
I don't remember having a friend named Mudfang. Because whatever happened at Warriors way back then was nothing short of a miracle and nothing more than coincidence that you happened to be on my side. Because we have clashed from day one. I do respect your views, Mud, but when I break down, when I need some hope....all you do is pull the trigger. All you do is shoot me. That's not what friends do.
Don't tell me it's not a Holocaust. Don't tell me it's too late. Because if there is one thing anyone can count on me for, it's that from this moment on, I will try my god-dammned hardest to prove you wrong.
Because I would give up this site, I would give up even trying with you if it meant I could do something to help them. Heck, If I could save all those animals, Mud, I would do this too.
I'll come back. Someday. But right now, it's hard enough to breathe.
You can talk whatever you want. I don't care about a word you say because every word that comes out of your mouth it just aimed to shoot me down harder, to rub my face a little more in the mud.
I'll be back tomorrow for a bit. And the day of the anniversary, maybe. But it will be fleeting. I need to be able to keep my food down, thanks.
I might come back after I've recovered, but that won't be for a while. Mud, you can say all the bullshit you want about me, but in my eyes, you're Hitler. Nothing but a murderer. And when have you supported me? I can't seem to remember. When have you even taken interest? I don't think I can recall that....
Considering my usual poor help, temporarily giving up pig last summer was hard. You have no idea how fragile my health is, no idea how many times I see a doctor in a year for reasons you have probably never heard of. I'm back on it, yes, but at least I listen to you.
You don't even care about this site! You can sit here and pretend that you do, but the bottom line is that you don't. You couldn't care less. If you did, you wouldn't be bragging to me about how it's so much better on every other fucking site you visit.
I don't remember having a friend named Mudfang. Because whatever happened at Warriors way back then was nothing short of a miracle and nothing more than coincidence that you happened to be on my side. Because we have clashed from day one. I do respect your views, Mud, but when I break down, when I need some hope....all you do is pull the trigger. All you do is shoot me. That's not what friends do.
Don't tell me it's not a Holocaust. Don't tell me it's too late. Because if there is one thing anyone can count on me for, it's that from this moment on, I will try my god-dammned hardest to prove you wrong.
Because I would give up this site, I would give up even trying with you if it meant I could do something to help them. Heck, If I could save all those animals, Mud, I would do this too.
I'll come back. Someday. But right now, it's hard enough to breathe.
You can talk whatever you want. I don't care about a word you say because every word that comes out of your mouth it just aimed to shoot me down harder, to rub my face a little more in the mud.
I'll be back tomorrow for a bit. And the day of the anniversary, maybe. But it will be fleeting. I need to be able to keep my food down, thanks.
