A message to Luna Buteo

I do not know who you are. I vaguely recall EPP, I do not remember you. I don't remember what PFF is... and I still do not remember you.

I'm not posting your stupid comment and I've turned comments off because I don't want to hear from you ever again so just fuck off. I'm not going to let you trigger my anxiety with your negativity. This is my tiny piece of the internet and what I do on it is none of your concern. Don't come here if you don't like it... I never asked you to in the first place and I don't know how you found me. I regret the day you did.

I have no idea just what gives you the right to come on here and speak to me like you have done when you don't know me. But whatever. It is none of your business what I do on here, if you don't like it go back to whichever rock you crawled out from under and leave me the hell alone. As to why I didn't email my friend the story, what business is that of yours? As far as I knew he was the only person that read my blog regularly, I don't have it in the listings here because I didn't want anyone but the people I know to read it... as I said before I DO NOT KNOW YOU!

I have no idea about copyright laws in America, and seeing as I didn't steal the photo in the first place and it had over 3000 shares on Facebook when I shared it from a friend good luck proving that. As for the 'common decency' bullshit you sound exactly like the guy from Facebook that I'm glad is gone. Do me a favour and go as well.

It amazes me when people tell me I have no common decency yet they then go on to show none in regards to me. Fuck you, fuck your opinion and fuck off. Bitch!