again and again

La dee daaa dee dum…

If I had failed somewhere in this lifetime to push all ya haters to awareness that I am an impenetrably heartless prick, well, please die. Please?

Pretty please?

I have mentioned and attempted vigorously to din it in your thick skulls that there are just things I DON’T subscribe to. Some of them are as follows:

1. Don’t like; don’t read.

2. First fanfictions are never well-written.

3. I forgot.

4. I forgot again.

5. I have effing forgotten.

6. Original characters are not Mary-Sues.

My point is…my point is…

Fuck this.

I am bored. I badly miss those despairing moments of anguish I’d experience while READING those lovely craptastic stories by the most horrendously untalented writers! I am suffering er, the, er, brunts of sorrow? He he he. Okay, wanna know the truth? I’m in mortal peril of expiration. There. School is verging on traumatizing, TV shows and their dismal dialogues are carrying me one fucking step closer to the grave, movies are theatrical misadventures, friends are all missing, siblings are all busy, parents are out of the country, professors are subjecting us students to some more gorgeous circles of torment and the internet is reaching hypocritical heights left, right and center. Music, on the other hand, is love. I’m dropping half of my love in favor of Orchestral Symphonic Rock. There. My most sincere emotions exposed. My sentiments lay bare.

Ouch.

Yawn.

Fuck this. Where is everyone?

And then I struck gold!

SCORE!

Here goes: I just about went on checking my gorgeous fanfiction.net account. I received a couple of new reviews and…

SCORE!

The catch: someone dropped this pretty little review/comment/advice/er/uhm/dunno/what/it/is,

Reviewer: In my own opinion, the story was very well-written and your English is commendable.

Over 90% of the people who've reviewed your story have only retaliated to the flames you'd sent them. It is all right to be confident about one's own abilities, and boast once in a while, but to hurt other people's feelings is not nice at all. People here have put so much effort into writing and you've hurled demoralizing remarks at them for no practical reason at all. If you don't like their stories, then just exit the page. Or if your true intention is to correct people, then it can always be done in a nicer way. You probably don't care about flaming them, probably because you don't care about people flaming you. But there's something called consideration for others. The whole point about living in a society is about being considerate toward others' feelings.

is also, in a way, a society, and therefore it is required that its members are considerate and encouraging, rather than deliberately insulting without reason. Just think it through. Know that behaving in such ways will only cause people to dislike you. For instance, you wanted people to acknowledge how good you are. But because you'd flamed so many in the past, all you get is flames.

Just think it through. If you are depressed, talk to someone about it. But there's no point in venting out your frustration through otherwise friendly sites such as this one.

Lovely Merciful Me: I have one concern about the bomb you dropped; IT MISSED. Fell sizably short of the goddamn pretty target. Hell, I’m still alive! Oh deep humility, spare me for the love of god! Oh sorry, got carried away. How do I say this, oh I’m blushing because…I don’t know where to start and I have, in the past, explained my standpoint to EVERY goddamn soul who had read anything I’ve ever written/posted in the wonderful internet. I flame for countless practical reasons.

Reasons for flaming:

1. For the hell of it

2. For fun

3. To flame

4. To hurt people

5. To attack morons

6. To hate

7. To express hatred

8. For love

9. For the world’s welfare

10. For the children’s future

11. For personal growth

12. I believe there are about 98 more of them but twelve would do. Yeah.

Ahhh. Frustration. I don’t think I have the inspiration and passion for ANYTHING to warrant me frustration. So sorry.

Reviewer: Honestly, this fic was just a waste of time. You are right in saying that most authors try to portray themselves through their Mary-Sues in an attempt to show people what they always wanted to be. It's no surprise, therefore, to see that your Mary-Sue is the most exaggerated of them all- It's natural for people with little talent to dream enormous (Sorry; I couldn't come up with a more powerful word).

You can take this as a flame if you like or just criticism, but it won't matter to me. I'm merely giving you my honest opinion.

Did you notice the last words in this story? "Please review."

Well, if you haven't noticed, most of the 41 reviews for this story have barely anything to do with this story at all. And if it makes you happy, you're hated out here. Don't look at me, I'm new here and I just happened to come across a certain expended author's work and decided to read it. However, I realized in the end that the title of the story is the only part worth reading.

Auf wiedersehen!

Holy Loving Me: Sarcasm. Parody. Exaggeration. Me. What else? Oh, that.

HUMOR.

People hate me? O dang! Why hadn’t anyone told me that before you???!!! Man. But then I’m remembering…they never said ‘I hate you, BYLT!’.

What I have received though for about half a million times were things like these: ‘Die bitch!’, ‘Fuck you!’, ‘Screw you!’, and uhm, other rude things that hurt my heart. A lot. So with that, I can’t exactly be TOO sure if I am indeed hated out there.

I’ll stop here because you didn’t get it.

On second thoughts, subtlety be damned:

All my fics, I mean ALL three of them=Parodies.