Ok, that's it! Now I am pissed off! I've been getting numerous comments on some of my artwork that had my fancharacters, Excellion and Overturn, on them, stating out the obvious about who they really are. I've tried many times to explain it to them that they are fancharacters because of their colours and who they are related to, but they just ignore me and then post on my profile about some of my stories, not reviewing them on the story itself, about how good they are and then disappearing off the face of the Earth when I tell them that I prefer reviews on the website on where they are.

Seriously, people! What is wrong with you? Don't you know the meaning of the word 'who gives a crap?!'? RAGH! Sometimes you just drive me up the wall with your stupid comments, pointing out the obvious of where the design of the true character comes from and then start a fucking arguement!

I. AM. OFFENDED!

Mere colouring skills that are nothing compared to yours? You sicken me! I'm only here to make friends, write stories, do my best to please your Primus-Forsaken-Optics, have a little fun with some of my colouring skills (which are pathetic, I know that)! But seriously, do you always say to everyone that my colouring skills suck? NO! I didn't fucking think so! I may not be able to draw worth a damn thing, but at least I try something that I was never good at from the start of my stupid life!

My writing skills are better than mere colouring in and drawing, and that is something I am proud of. You hear me? DAMN. FUCKING. PROUD. OF!

I do my best, and all you do is say that I suck. You've pushed my buttons for the last time, and I'm about to blow a gasket in my damn processor. You may think I'm impossible to anger, able to brush off even the slightest amount of offence, when deep down, I have been holding back my anger, releasing it offline to prevent other people from seeing the real me. The one who hides away from this damn monitor and curses the living, crying about how pathetic I am compared to you 'erfect' people. Even making a damn fuss about how most of you are normal.

None of you know what it's like to be hurt by those you think are your friends, by those you thought you could trust the most when they do nothing but hurt you in the end, especially when you thought you could really count on them the most. I've been physically beaten and yelled at the top of the lungs until I was almost deafened. Now... I no longer trust my own backyard... I'm not as open as I used to be. The trust that people had earned from me... shattered into a million pieces.