Don't speak. Let me in.

(Madness and the idiot side of me-}
{2003-06-06} {11:47 a.m.}

Some people are real assholes. You automatically assume that my daughter is me signing random guest books throughout diaryland in the early wee hours of the day. You are Assclowns. I have no energy to do that. If you want to come here and read what I write fine- then so be it. If you think I’m someone else then don’t come to my diary and say so- I will most assuredly leave you a rather nasty ass comment.

I’m tired of being nice to people around the internet. If you say something belligerent to me I will fight back. I don’t need this lame ass childish shit in my life anymore. If you have a bad comment to make on behalf or your stupidity try a little harder to keep it to yourself. If you bring it to me I will not walk away anymore. I will try and find a way to hunt you down and when I find you; you will know it. I’m not going to walk away from a situation where someone automatically assumes to think they know it all- when they don’t. Don’t you people read my diary? Have you not seen my anger come out? If you haven’t, you don’t want to. I can be a really nasty bitch when I choose to be. I have anger problems you know. I used to go to anger management classes but was dropped because I snapped on the therapist. Not that I think I'm Billy bad ass or anything.. But people are easily intimidated by me, and most of them are actually afraid of me... I'm just one of those people that people either come to for advice or they choose to leave me nasty comments. I tend to find that the people who don’t leave their web address are just chicken shit and can’t handle me when I start on a rant rage. I tend to get a rise out of people who can’t back down from me- I get excited in the mad craziness of it all. Hmm I guess this explains my split personality. *laughs*

I wonder where the schizophrenia comes into place. *thinks* Nope can’t figure it out. Maybe I should consult my other half?

Oh Chrissy?
Yes?
Where does your psycho side come from?
You?! Stop bothering me bitch! Didn’t we have this conversation last year?
No. I don’t seem to recall. What did you say?
I told you to fuck off and go play with that damn lame ass squirrel of yours.
You did?
Mhmm.
What did I do? What did I say?
You didn’t say anything and wanted to fight me.
Fight you?! Hahaha. How in the hell..
Don’t ask me. It was your decision. Remember? And who came back asking for me this time?
Umm…I did…
Exactly. So what do you really want?
Well, I was discussing my anger issues and how you are skillfully the schitzoid here and I was wondering how it all came about.
What the fuck?! Go away. I have no time for this shit. You’re really making “Us” look bad.
Us? What do you mean us?
Well it’s not hard to figure it out you assschmuck- you are me and I am you- so that makes “us”
Ohh... alrighty then~! I didn’t mean to step on OUR toes there miss bitchin’ almighty.
Yeah so? Point being? You called me out bitch. You wanted us to be revealed and look bad in the public eye.
Did not. I needed to verify a question.
Bitch you’re stupid. Like you couldn’t have done that without proclaiming insanity. You’re starting to piss of my other side!
What other side? We have more? Oh shit..
You should know – you’re the real me- I’m the psycho side of me- and this is the angered side of us.
I’m leaving before I find out anymore bad news.
Good. That really is for the best…

Well there you have it folks. There’s more than one of us here. May God have mercy on your souls.

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