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Just Need to Vent

YouTube finally fixed the problem we were having with the comments page, so I went through a few pages of comments that I wasn’t able to go through for the passed couple of days. There actually weren’t many hateful comments, just one or two, one that made me laugh because they called me “emo,” obviously one of those idiots who doesn’t understand that labels don’t exist to me anymore because I left that behind in high school. Apparently dressing the way you want makes you emo, scene, or goth, even if you wear clothes that don’t fit in with that style. Apparently everything depends on your clothes and hair. Apparently I can’t just enjoy certain fashions. Yeah, well fuck people who think that way, because i’ll wear shit from whatever store I shop from as long as it’s cute. Maybe that’s a frilly pink dress, maybe that’s some awesome blue jeans and a gaming t-shirt, maybe that’s a black corset with a plaid skirt. If I went under labels, then I’d be a different label every time I get dressed, because I have many different styles that can range from “prep” to “goth” or whatever. But even when I had my goth phase in high school, I was never EMO. Apparently ANYTHING dark or unorthodox is fucking EMO. Is punching stupid little shits in the face emo? Because then maybe we’d be on to something.

Anyway, there was one comment that irked me, and the reason why is because it was so unbelievably STUPID, I had to refrain from messaging the person and chewing them out. Instead I simply blocked them, which took away the comment, so I can’t copy and paste it word for word, but i’ll try to remember what it said.

“Do you remember me Reitanna? I am your medicine (or some other stupid shit, the typing was really bad and I can’t remember), I am your mother Aaron.”

The comment was a little longer, but like I said, it was so poorly worded and the spelling was awful, I couldn’t really tell what it said, but I understood the first and last part. Now, let me just clarify something. No, this comment did not scare me or upset me because it was apparently from the woman who birthed me, because it wasn’t. If that whore attempted to comment on my shit and let me know it was her, she would not call me by my INTERNET ALIAS and she would not SPELL HER OWN DAMN NAME WRONG. “Aaron” is a boy’s name, “ERIN” is the female spelling of it. No, why this comment bothers me is because of the simple stupidity. The fact that this person wanted to harm my mentality by trying to act like Erin. Do you know what would’ve happened if that comment had been written correctly? Welp, I’ve got LOTS of different things in my medicine cupboard that would be perfect to overdose on! In fact, I think you can overdose on too much iron, and I have plenty of iron. Hell, I could just take every single goddamn thing in every single fucking pill bottle. If that comment had been written correctly, I’d lose it. I wouldn’t care about promises. I’d have fucking killed myself because it’s either her, or me, and I don’t know where she is. Ha! Or I could go the other route and just do what I’ve fantasized about doing for a loooooooong ass time! This is why I need anti-psychotics.

But you know what, this little fucker, who is probably another stupid ten year old that doesn’t belong on YouTube, is fucking LUCKY that I have enough self control. Because you know what? It’s not hard to find people. It’s not. Especially when you have resources, which I do have. The Deep Web is a very scary place, my friends. and this stupid little fuck is VERY lucky that I am at least sane enough to block his stupid little ass and sit here festering in my own anger. The stupidity is so angersome… I get more stupidity on YouTube than I get on DA, and I am SO glad I don’t go on Tumblr, because then I’d shoot myself, and the gun is not my preferred way to go. Too loud. Plus, there have been instances where people have tried to shoot themselves and survived, and I am not living as a faceless vegetable. In fact, when I write my will, I will make sure to state, “if I am ever in a vegetative state, PULL THE PLUG.”

I really wish I could sock this kid in the face though. No… even better, I wish I could take all of my thoughts, feelings, and memories and zap them into his/her brain and make them experience every single second of torment I had to go through from that pig that dares to call herself my mother. Heh… maybe he’d off himself and the gene pool would be cleared of one less idiot.

Are you happy kid? You got what you wanted. You got under my skin. But just so you know (not that you’re even reading this), you could’ve caused a death. If you were intelligent in any way, shape, or form, you would’ve caused someone to commit suicide. YOU ARE SCUM.

I get my medication back in 5 days… it will be so nice not to feel like this anymore… so easily angered, so full of hate, so tempted to go out and do something that could land me in jail, so willing to end my own life. And you know what? If I did, that stupid fuck would be happy. As would many people. As would I. All the same…

I feel sorry for that kid’s FUCKING PARENTS.



GRRR!!! Whenever I say, “oh, that’s never gonna happen to me,” it eventuall happens. So I get a phone call yesterday saying there was some suspicious purchases from my debit card. Oh yes, I was thrilled. Turns out, some bastard somehow got ahold of my debit card number and used it in three different transactions at a gas station, consisting of only $1.00 each. They’re all like, “were these your purchases?” and I was like, “no, I don’t even have a car.” They’re like, “oh dear…” I told them I have my card on me at all times, and you know, it’s sitting here RIGHT in front of me as I type this. They said they have no idea how they may’ve gotten my card info, but they said that means someone is running around with a fake card with my number. Dunno how it happened. They could’ve just pulled a random number out of their ass. I use PayPal, which is supposed to be secure, and I wanna hope it wasn’t from there that they got it. Either way, I closed my account and got a new one, which I will use when the bank┬ásends me a new debit card. But it’s like… why? Why are some humans like this? Greedy, thieving bastards that have no life of their own, can’t hold down a job because they’re pathetic lazy pigs, and they feel the need to steal from innocent people. Oh, if only I was able to hunt this person down, I would kick his ass and make him think twice about stealing other people’s money in the future. Yes, it was only $3.00, but it could’ve been more. I wanna take people who steal, whether it’s money, jewlery, or even a simple toy or candy bar, and throw them into a windowless room together locked behind a 3 foot thick steel door until they go mad. I have NO TOLERANCE for people who are that stupid. I find out one of my friends stole something, I’d turn them in in a heartbeat, and then I’d drop them like a lead balloon. It’s as bad as lying. I don’t take well to people who lie either. Ooooh, I’m so angry. I can’t even buy anything until monday when i go to my bank to take out a little cash, and I usually have to buy a water at work every day, or sometimes a snack. And then, if something’s on sale, I’ll pick that up too. Water is the most important thing though, cause I get dehydrated easily.

My manager says I should open a second account linked to my main bank account to use strictly for online purchases, and only put in enough money to buy what I need, so that if someone gains access to it, there will be no money to take. She said I could also set it so it’s not allowed to go in the negative, so it should be declined if there’s nothing there to take. Monday, I’ll talk to the people at my bank about, who are always really helpful and nice. I chose a good bank.