dear fucking stalker

I’m really flattered; to tell the least of my feelings. At first you gave me a good ego boost. But now, it’s kind of irritating.  You go around everywhere disclosing my secrets. You dig out stuff I do and put up all sort of allegations against me. Can’t really say I hate this grandeur of yours; in fact, it’s so nice of you to do that. While you are trying your best to denigrate my character; I’ll tell you what, I’m a bit thankful to you for helping me realize my true friends.  Those who don’t really trust me, give into the gossip you spread, and that’s when I know where my relationship with them stands. And I don’t give half a fuck to your vile jabbers.

Apart from that, I must admit I’m a little pissed off at your weenie ways.  I don’t understand your fucking fascination with me.  You’d never get anything from this stunt you’re pulling. Does it give you some satisfaction when you defile my reputation? Slandering my image? Putting up false accusations?  Do you feel content in your heart assuming you’ve given me a lesson to learn? Is that really the objective of your tiny existence? You need to widen your horizons and roam around a little, maybe that’d give you some fresh air that you need to get off of my tail. Be the free spirit you were born with and stop lurking around rummaging my secrets.  Or probably you just need to wank a little less so that your mind veers in some other paths too.