I tried making a comment on Dylan's blog entry at Crash Portal, but the little shit has a filter worse than the ones you find in those little kiddy message boards. Therefore, I just posted a link as a comment on his blog, pointing directly to here. Anyone who wants to read it can, and don't mother fucking blame me if you feel offended, it was your fucking decision to read my blog anyway.

First of all, I didn't give a shit about your stupid poem. Where the hell did that come from? All I did was that I kept IMing your when you had your stupid away message on, and sadly, you kept IMing back. Hah! Shows how easily irritated you can be.

Secondly, you won? Hahahahahahahaha. How the hell can you win something FULLY, without even having the guts to say anything to me in person? You can say shit online or in the phone, but when it comes to face to face confrontation, you're nothing. Worthless.

Example: You saw me afterschool the day after we had that argument/debate. And what did you do? Smile and wave and me. What a fake. Showing my true colors, I flipped you off and said, "Fuck you, Dylan". You know why? Because I was merely expressing my true and vulgar feelings. What about you? I KNOW deep inside, you want to punch me right on the jaw, but you can't. You say you don't take things personally, but why didn't you just ignore me, or block me? FYI, I didn't directly ask you to judge me. When did I say, "Oh great idiot Dylan, please tell me all of my faults and crap so I could be a happy person and you could piss off". No. Actually, you were the one that was saying that you wanted to "advance" yourself and wanted to know what was wrong with you. What did I do? I refused to tell you, because you would have as what you said in your blog entry, your pride and overlook other people's judgements. You ask for it, yet you don't accept it.

Now. About that shit with my family. You said on a chat that took place before that one portion that you posted that I was like the way I am because of my past. You don't know shit about my past. Like what I said before, you use fake shit.. to gain shit... and therefore, all you have is shit. When you debate, you're supposed to use real facts so you could have a BACKUP to--guess what? BACK UP YOUR FACTS.

Come on, debate with me some more. Just make sure to get ready to actually do it in person, because another word of shit from you online, I will confront you in person. Use your "tactics" with me in online?.... I'll use my tactics with you in person. No, not punch you in the face [although if you really piss me off, I might take a swing at it], but a verbal conversation/debate. In person. I'm ready, just tell me. Or even better.... show me.

*laughs* In a way, I kind of won a part of this war already. I got you to stop your studies. You kept on saying that you had to do your finals, yet you kept answering to my messages on your "away message". I had won over you and you didn't even realise it. Sure, you think won over me when I started cussing you off, but how long have you known me? Long enough to know that I cuss ALL THE TIME. Ask anyone. Anyone from our school, anyway.... not one of your Internet friends that don't know a single thing about me. Yes, I do have a temper, and yes, I did get that from my mom and dad. So? At least my dad died when I was 3.. if I was exposed to his behaviors to this day, I probably would be in juvenile hall right now.

Wooh, I can't wait until you respond to this. See ya in school! =D [moron]

[P.S.]Oh yeah, if you or your little friends want to read the beginning of our little "chat" that night, just tell them to go to my blogger. The beginning to when I blogged about it and blocked you for two minutes of the conversation is up there. Have fun, kiddios.