Dear Reader:

It's a shame that you came here, really. Shame for you more than me. Shameful that I thought it was okay to have a low-security journal on here--because only those who truly wanted to read it would. Apparently, I was wrong. Not a big shock there--just wrong.

I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for you because the maintenance of this journal did indeed take much of my time and probably took much of yours as well. I'm sorry that you had such time to waste on me when I wouldn't have as much time to even look at you and laugh and your unfortunate looks...which is something that I enjoy doing. Wow...I'm sorry your affixed to me. I'm sorry that I can no longer be your lifeline. Let's face it though-your preoccupation with me...far from normal.

Now here is the part where it is worse for you than it will be for me. Thou giveth...thou taketh away. I'm here, but not for you. This is unfortunate but indeed true. All of my entries will now be private...kind of like the junk in your pants but you sluts never really seemed to understand that concept did you.

Farewell, adios, caio...Sorry for your loss. So long. But don't hate me, you have only yourselves and your sick preoccupations to blame.

Saarraaaa: I think they want your life and are plotting to steal your identitiy

Saarraaaa: I don't know...its kinda creepy

Yeah...creepy fucks.