Some people should stop asking me to remove MY stuff on MY own blog. Actually no one ever asked me to remove stuff in the past, except him because he has a mental problem probably.
So, I get a text this morning "Please remove my pics and parts on your blog! Thank you!". I was like...who the hell that is. And your parts? Excuse me but which parts are your's? It's all MINE. It's not like it concerns him in any ways and I never put up his real name either. I'm almost just telling a story based on real life facts, y'know. Why does he have to bring that up two months later anyways? Obsessed much?!
I normally don't remove anything from my blog; I'm proud of all the shittiest crap I wrote...but you know what? This time I did and the only reason I did is because I pity him; the kind of guy who cries on their pillow if anyone says anything negative about them. Awwn, poor baby. On top of that, I really don't give a crap about that person at all; he's not important enough for me to remember. I'll just pretend I never met him. Psh.
Who? Well, I can't tell you guys who, but you know who...a stalker who has nothing better to do and googles my name while watching porn, obviously. And when he'll read this, he'll text me again to prove me that he doesn't have a life and maybe cry to all his little friends in Brossard, yadda yadda yadda.
No need to tell me that you hate me because too many people do and if you read my blog, then you should know that it's the least of my concerns.
Get a life, young boy.
PS.: You want me to remove your pictures, huh? Now, it's clear that no one knows who you are!
