Me.
Behind The Curtains.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Ha ha ha. I just realized... a post is missing from this blog. One where I was talking about a certain person who told too many lies, and how pissed I was at it.
Two minutes ago, as I was clearing my blog of saved-but-unpublished-posts, I found that post. It was - curiously enough - labeled as a draft. I know very well that I published it, and I certainly remember it having at least five comments. Curious isn't it? Scroll through my blog and you won't find that post anymore - it and the comments that came with it are gone.
To refresh your memory, here's the post:-
Walking On Lies
Some people are full of shit. I can't understand the need to make up all those stories, or to affiliate yourself with people you don't even know.
What's worse? This time you've cooked up some cock story involving your family. Nothing of the sort is happening (and I should know), and if your cooked up events ever magically come true, I wonder: how would you feel?
You think I'm not reading. You think I don't know. I know my way around, and I can find anything, anywhere, anytime I want.
Go ahead and weave your tales of turmoil - you and I both know they're just that: tales. Seems like all you really want is attention - even if it's from nothing more but sympathy.
Trust me: it's all going to come back and bite you in the ass one day. And you'll have far too many regrets then. Oh, and when it does? I'll be laughing at your sorry behind.
Laughing all the bloody way.
For those of you who follow my blog, I'm sure you remember it.
You're an intelligent fuck, aren't you? You waited till I flooded the front page with new posts, waited till this post was out of the limelight, and then you logged into my account, and removed it, didn't you? Just because I have a universal password for almost everything. You intelligent, conniving, sneaky fuck.
That's the only explanation, and I know well enough what you're capable of. You're just making it more and more difficult for me to trust you, and that's going to spillover onto everyone you know - slowly but surely.
In fact, don't count on me being as silent as I was before, alright? If and when it pleases me, I'll expose you for the fraud you are.
Two can play at being sneaky and manipulative. And you know what a capable puppeteer I am, don't you? Trust me, I'm not going to stand on a pedestal and announce your identity to the world - I'm going to pull the right strings, whisper insecurities into everything around you, tie traps to the corners of your mouth - you're going to end up unmasking yourself.
That's how I play.
This is going to be fun, isn't it?
I suggest you start praying.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 4:25 PM
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