To YOU KNOW WHO YOU F*CKIN ARE:

I'm not surprised that you didn't know that I could easily manipulate everything in this blog, your little head of an asshole cannot comprehend that can you? Even if you'd like to continue leaving traces of your low-life character around other's blog well, too bad. You're not smart enough to know that anyway.

Frankly speaking, I do not know who you are and I'm not planning to know anyway, since people with no sense and no significance aren't worth knowing. I do not want any f*ckin bitches trying to ruin my blog because this thing right here is mine. You're a little sad, aren't you? You're just so insecure of people... just by their words? You don't even know a fraction of who I am... what if you knew, by any chance? Wouldn't that make you feel so depressed? The fact that there are some people greater? And that no matter how many times you leave your f*ckin trace, you'll never get as close.

Yes, I'm pissed off. And maybe you're rejoicing that you made me feel annoyed. That's two cents for you. Something so shallow won't hurt me as deep, and calling me a bitch doesn't make you greater than me. You don't know who I am and you don't have the right to judge me.

If there's f*ckin insecure whore around, I'm not surprised that you don't know it's you.

After all, you cannot comprehend anything. And, I just want to remind you that I can track you. But... you didn't think of that. I know. Coz you're stupid.

Oh... poor thing! It must have been sad to be you... I'm glad I'm not even close. LOSER !!

I know that's your defense mechanism, calling other people a whore or a bitch just because you cannot accept that you're born that way... tsk. tsk.

Mamatay ka na, gago.

Thank you.