Long story short, it started when I was seven. Or one, depending on how you count. And there is always a reason, of course.

Right now, though, they seem to have gone completely out of whack. I am getting stories yelled at me about Koreans and Chinese, slamming here and bullshitting there, and they have no fucking clue what they are doing anymore. I don’t think they ever had.

Still, here is a little reply, because they apparently read very well but refuse to take any of it into account:

You can’t have it all.

You had the big autistic narcissistic group of imbeciles who choose their friends really well, so to say. Right, guys? You’re really, really good at that. Then you all lied a whole bunch, invented a pile of bullshit together that absolutely wasn’t true, and used it to torture someone for over a decade.

Now you are crying about the number 86, some Koreans, someone who supposedly went to Japan for instructions, and the idea that you surely have the right to defend yourselves.

Well, if you didn’t want to see me, then perhaps you shouldn’t have invited me back and started torturing me. Because that is what you did.

You can’t lie everything together, torture everything together, and then cry about something that didn’t exist either. You can’t have it all. That is not how this works. It is the kind of thing we teach elementary school kids.

Weren’t you the one who were going to teach me great life lessons? Now it’s my turn kiddos, and trust me:

I have not forgotten.