I feel this bittersweet feeling in my heart. Like cleaning a wound and it hurts but you know it's healing. I feel this pang of jealousy but I know it's all for the best.

I'll be straightforward here, I don't really care if you don't like me. Why should I? I like myself. There's things I'd like to change about myself but I think everyone can say that. If people cannot accept me for who I am... why should I bother with them? If people can't respect me, why should care about them?

I have no evil plans to ruin anyone's life. I don't hate anyone. Hate would mean I would care on some level. I really just don't give a shit. All this drama going on, I find it rather amusing. The only reason I somewhat care is because I don't want my girlfriend to get hurt. It's all pretty much out of my control though.

You claim I'm not really a guy, etc etc. Your opinion doesn't mean shit to me.

I guess I'll throw my 2 cents in about you though: I think you're a whining little bitch who needs to suck it up and take responsibility for your own actions.