All you see is rubbish thrown over me.
I am not bad now, but it's pretended. Yes, it's to make other people feel better, some people probably need me to inform them. I guess the point is I'm not to be treated like I'm some sort of traitor. It's that people were throwing rubbish over me, and I tried to deal with it but didn't agree with it. You all came in and did some things that are really inappropriate, that don't have anything to do with anyone else. You told me I was just shit and called my dad shit. Shit!?#$!& *shit* croaks a frog. (It's supposed to be funny, DUH! My blog. My funny. Not tryin' to think of any one person.) And whoever just did that I did not know. I mean it was a message that sorta popped up in the lava or boiling mass of water.