Read this previous entry first if you haven't already to get a clue on what I will be ranting about in the following entry. This is what I wrote in the diaryist's friend's guestbook just a few moments ago. I went on a quick search for the identity of the person, and in a few minutes...I found her.
Whoa. Eureka! Egads! I made a discovery. The detective skills of an amateur proved to be successful. A puzzle that was solved due to curiousity. I see that you are now ______. You are the person who I spoke to on friendly terms (with the addition of mutual guestbook signings) months ago before you went on a sort of journaling hiatus. You are the one who suggested certain MP3's for me to download. You, the one who once listed me as a favorite. You, who has, for one reason or another which escapes me, now become an enemy. I'd just would like to know what on earth spurred this resentment, and why you are pinpointing me in your friend's guestbook for the world to see. It eludes me. From semi-friendly acquaintance to backstabbing, hidden person. My writing is New Yorker filth? Oh please. You obviously have something against me. Why did you pretend to be on friendly terms before? What provoked those comments that you wrote? I guess you think it it very hilarious that she has become swayed by your feelings of hatred for me. She even deleted my compliment. Oh well. It really is not a loss for me. "Friends" like that are not wanted. I just wrote this to you because of the following reasons : (1)I found out who you really are (or were); (2)I know that backstabbers exist; (3)I know that such malicious comments in a place such as Diaryland is rather sad, uncalled for, and generally pathetic; and (4)You seem to think that only "worthwhile" and critical comments should be left in guestbooks...that you frown upon complimentary words -- thus my incentive to post this in your guestbook. Don't fret...this is (just like for your friend) the last time that I will respond to you or taint your book. I just wanted to stand up for myself and show that stupidity and naivete is not part of my genetic makeup. And one more thing...do you still have that tank top that you said was so similar to mine in my photographs? Man...it is rather ironic....that girlish sort of glee was so worthwhile to sign in my book, huh?? **Insert uproarious sarcasm here.** Kisses, or lack thereof, Ravenglitter aka Jennie
It felt SO GOOD to write. Backstabbing people DO exist. It is unfortunate. Writing that entry has absolutely cleansed my system. I LOVE IT.