i know you read this.

how does that feel, huh? to be caught when you thought you were being totally anonymous.

i want you to know, its ok. i get it. i just know you read this. you want to keep tabs on me, see what goes on in my head without actually having to talk to me. cause to talk to me is a chore. my mouth is a gun and you hate to dodge bullets all the time. its stressful.

how could you not read this? i would do the same if the roles were reversed, but they aren't, and here you are, and i am on to you.

you're not allowed around me. stay away from me.

thats just where i want you, at a cold distance, afraid of confrontation. this is a power i hold over you because you let me. you have only yourself to blame. it was so easy, i just locked you up, just like that.

now who do you talk to? doesn't feel quite as right, does it. like i said, your fault. we both know you're a liar, and im telling the entire world.