Why does Mercury let these kinds of posts through? This is not cohesive, just vomit on a page. No offense to the dude that wrote this, you're obviously mad about something, but this is so unoriginal and poorly written... and from the way that you write, whoever it is that you're mad at, might be right about your intelligence. Or maybe writing is just not your forte?
Note to the Mercury: Start filtering the stupid posts out and keep in the original ones in (that seems like they weren't written by high schoolers) so this blog can go back to being more entertaining for us grown-ups!
Gosh, i feel silly now. i was reading this & i was SURE that it was about my lying whore of an x.
Seriously, folks, there are sociopaths out there. And yes, they do know how to zero in on the "receptive, wounded ones". And yes, it is insane to talk to a human person who has just done a thing, & have them cooly deny it. It doesn't make sense!
And the lies upon lies...i feel you, I,A. All that i can say is, be hurt, learn from it, & move the fuck on. This person cannot ever stop lying. They are pathetic & so removed from their own selves that they must invent a fiction. For how could they ever live with the truth of who they are?
I see some of these "writings", "essays", all written with a verbatim template. It sucks to be you.
Bukowski had his bathroom covered with the rejections letters the papers sent him when he was down and out. If the Mercury did the same for you maybe you could brag about some resemblance with the beginning, "up-coming" part of an important writer. I imagine it would be a waste of leaves. But you ain't no Bukowski, I,A.
Note to the Mercury: Start filtering the stupid posts out and keep in the original ones in (that seems like they weren't written by high schoolers) so this blog can go back to being more entertaining for us grown-ups!
Seriously, folks, there are sociopaths out there. And yes, they do know how to zero in on the "receptive, wounded ones". And yes, it is insane to talk to a human person who has just done a thing, & have them cooly deny it. It doesn't make sense!
And the lies upon lies...i feel you, I,A. All that i can say is, be hurt, learn from it, & move the fuck on. This person cannot ever stop lying. They are pathetic & so removed from their own selves that they must invent a fiction. For how could they ever live with the truth of who they are?
Bukowski had his bathroom covered with the rejections letters the papers sent him when he was down and out. If the Mercury did the same for you maybe you could brag about some resemblance with the beginning, "up-coming" part of an important writer. I imagine it would be a waste of leaves. But you ain't no Bukowski, I,A.