What is wrong with you, you unattractive, clearly psychotic skank? After creating a Twitter account just to scroll through mine so that you could post those post (and my Facebook posts) on the “Dickson Scene Facebook” page and other group Facebook pages, reporting me to Facebook, getting me blocked FROM MY OWN ACCOUNT when I called out your cowardly acts — you’re still scrolling through my blog post and sharing my feed? And hanging out on my WordPress site? This is clear, demonstrable proof that you have serious, severe psychiatric issues.
I don’t know if you’re mad because you’re ugly, or if you’re angry because I’m painfully smarter than you, or if you’re one of those white people who have held on tightly to that deeply regarded fundamental untruth sold to you by your white trash ancestors that you retain some sort of superiority simply based on your skin color and you can’t stand people like me coming along and shattering that sad, (desperately needed for sense of self) fabrication — and I don’t give a shit. I just care about pointing out that your levels of patheticness has reached epic proportions when I have to block your insecure, jealous ass from Facebook for cyberstalking me, and you’re STILL hanging out on my blogpost and randomly sharing my feed.
I also care about pointing out the fact that if you weren’t hiding behind your phone screen in Hendersonville, you wouldn’t be quite so brazen. I mean, you wouldn’t want Dickson County to see you get that ass kicked AGAIN.
Would you, coward?
How many times do I have to remind you that you’re a parent — and as a parent, cyberstalking and failing miserably at attempts to cyberbully someone you’re severely envious of is sad and low. Grow up.
But reporting them to Facebook for calling you out on your grade school actions is just beyond miserable.
Stop stalking me, following my posts, and being, in general, scarily obsessed with me. Get help for yourself, Misty.
It’s sad that innocent children have to be raised by somebody so bitter over being plain and (if we’re honest) dumb. I can’t help you with those, Misty. But I can point you in the direction of a good psychiatrist. Because good fucking God, you need it, skeeze.
Go away, trash. Straight. White. Trash. I’m done, here.