nothappynotsad
Snapping necks and cashing checks
Re: this thread!
Did this thread get merged with Gif War! while I was at work or something?
I think this thread has run its course. Reading back over everything, I keep telling myself that I'd be done with the Wiki edits I have in my hard drive, or I'd be done compiling the Never Heard Symphonies if I didn't spend so much time on drama.
Nightingale has some lovely qualities and some horrible ones. Overall I have genuinely enjoyed about 75 percent of my contact with her, but she is where she is and I am where I am and we have much in common but maybe the limitations of an online friendship made things too difficult, and had we known each other beyond mediums like MySpace and Facebook we'd be driving around and listening to music right now, who knows....it doesn't matter though because things are how they are. As the song says, "the frustration renders me hateful" and I guess that sums it up...you get angry with each other and blame each other for the simple fact of circumstances being what they are.
And then you try to destroy each other because you can't make each other real.
Life will go on for her and I truly wish her well, and -assuming she doesn't find some way to give me any additional grief- that's where things will settle as far as I'm concerned. She's a one of a kind individual; a little unstable perhaps but hey, who am I to judge. I think the best thing would be for she and I to stay out of each other's way and move on. In real life we'd probably be best friends, but alas...the internet ain't quite real life.
So without exactly taking anything back that I've said in this thread, I think I'll stop now...at least here, in this thread, with this subject.
And so, from my point of view and where this forum is concerned, anyway...this is the end of the story of my embarrassing stalker named Michelle.
Make my f*** up go away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!1!
I think it's a bit late for your mother to have an abortion...
...this is the end of the story of my embarrassing stalker named Michelle.
You know, turn on devices that need electricity...
Clearly you didn't even bother to read before posting...and if you don't read before posting, why bother?
I think this thread has run its course. Reading back over everything, I keep telling myself that I'd be done with the Wiki edits I have in my hard drive, or I'd be done compiling the Never Heard Symphonies if I didn't spend so much time on drama.
Nightingale has some lovely qualities and some horrible ones. Overall I have genuinely enjoyed about 75 percent of my contact with her, but she is where she is and I am where I am and we have much in common but maybe the limitations of an online friendship made things too difficult, and had we known each other beyond mediums like MySpace and Facebook we'd be driving around and listening to music right now, who knows....it doesn't matter though because things are how they are. As the song says, "the frustration renders me hateful" and I guess that sums it up...you get angry with each other and blame each other for the simple fact of circumstances being what they are.
And then you try to destroy each other because you can't make each other real.
Life will go on for her and I truly wish her well, and -assuming she doesn't find some way to give me any additional grief- that's where things will settle as far as I'm concerned. She's a one of a kind individual; a little unstable perhaps but hey, who am I to judge. I think the best thing would be for she and I to stay out of each other's way and move on. In real life we'd probably be best friends, but alas...the internet ain't quite real life.
So without exactly taking anything back that I've said in this thread, I think I'll stop now...at least here, in this thread, with this subject.
And so, from my point of view and where this forum is concerned, anyway...this is the end of the story of my embarrassing stalker named Michelle.
I think it's a bit late for your mother to have an abortion...
And so, from my point of view and where this forum is concerned, anyway...this is the end of the story of my embarrassing stalker named Skylarker.