Okay here's the deal. We are aware that your exams are around the corner. As a matter of fact, your first paper is this Friday! Mothertongue and Geography. Wow, huh? We bet you wet yourself when you found out about that.
Sad that we're not here to clean up after you. We're here actually, to make more mess than it is already. Haha. You're most welcome.
We are also aware, that you blogged a whole load of crap last night, which you didn't publish. Why didn't you? We know why. Because it's stupid. You're stupid. Sorry to have said that, but we're just doing our job.
Your readers don't have a clue what you wrote about. We are going to do the honour of telling them. Lela, you can just sit back and watch. Or read, in this case. (Now we're beginning to pick up your writing shitnitz.)
"Which is important? Pleasing myself, or pleasing others?" you asked. And it's funny how you answered your own question. We're not going to write down what your own response was. We're going to write down ours.. It's more interesting and understandable. And most importantly, it's the truth.
Obviously, pleasing yourself is much more important than pleasing others. You said that 'pleasing others pleases you'. Well. That's bulls. Our association do not see the point of pleasing others. There's so much other things you can do to please yourself.
Correct us if we're wrong, but we know you know that we're right, Lela. You are not a nice person. Stop pretending to be nice!! What do you get by being nice? Both to yourself and to others. They're not going to appreciate it. They're not going to appreciate you.
Harsh. But true.
You may disagree with us on that one, Lela. We know, we know. We can see you going hells no and shaking your head and making a scene and saying exactly this, "It all really depends on what type of person you are."
So. Good question. What type of person are you, Shawty?
Crazy, yes. Crazy how you think you know so well about yourself. Sweet? Sweet shmweet. Hah. Okay. Fair enough.
Ready for the truth? Here goes: you don't know who exactly you are. You think you know. But you don't. You're only fifteen, for crying out loud. There's so much more you need to know about yourself, which will become clearer to you later down the road when you're more open and mature. If you're lucky enough and you're ready to except you as you. Not as someone you know who you think is uber cool and you want to be just like her/him.
You see, that's the thing with people these days. Copycats. And know-it-all. Clueless freaks, who needs association like us to whack their filthy butts back to reality, to wake them from their helpless reverie, and yes. You get our drift.
Thank you for taking time off to read this and cry, Lela. We truthfully appreciate it. Look out for more from us again. At the meantime, maybe you could write to us and tell us more about what you think you know about yourself? We need something to laugh at.
