Fuck you guys. Fuck ALL of you guys. I tried to be friendly. I tried to be hospitable. And everything I do just gets spat back in my face.
I just wanted to write a story about a guy who fights a cool-looking monster I saw on the internet. I just wanted to get involved with writing groups again, maybe make some friends. I just wanted to apologize, goddammit! I don't even know what the fuck I DID to make you so pissed at me, Val, but I wanted to apologize for it!
But no! You had to go abuse my trust and stab me in the back after everything I've done for you! I didn't question it when you and your friend looked like you'd been in more bar fights than I'd seen in my life! I didn't pester you when you spent all your time on the computer looking up fucking over the counter opiates for your masochistic friend there! I SHOULD have thrown you out when I found blood all over my couch, but I fucking didn't! Because you were my FRIEND, Valerie Simmons.
It's just a goddamn writing project. I don't know why you hate me enough to not even let me have that. That you'd go so far as to call me with details of a crossover, tell me to get it done "right fucking now" like it's some big emergency, and then call me a liar in front of the whole community. IT'S FUCKING FICTION, VAL. Just because you and your friend are living our of your car for some damn reason doesn't mean you get to be so goddamn dramatic. OR use your blog's popularity to turn the entire fucking internet against me to satisfy your grudge!
So fine. YOU WIN. No more slenderblog for me. Are you fucking happy?
Just... fuck you, man. I don't have to take this abuse. I'm OUT.