Presently I'm far more isolated than I am at usual times, nearly everyone is mad at me and not telling me why, but I've changed numbers several times and not installed some of my communications back online, largely because I don't need to talk to any people, and it reminds me that even if I did want to I couldn't really risk it.
Perhaps
everyone being mad at you has a little something to do with the fact that after you got into a pushing and shoving match with your ex, you turned around and bit your last real friend (who sent you a box of the finest cuban cigars and got
shit for it) like a disloyal, rabid dog-- then proceeded to sever any workable/civil ties with ME; and after I convinced myself that I wasn't gonna
give up on you, you made it impossible for me to see that commitment through. Please. You burn every bridge you have with your digifriends, and act surprised when you're stranded on a desert island with nothing but a couple coconuts and seashells. Interesting how you characterise
yourself as the victim in all this. Patently untrue, as well. Motherfucker! You made it your lifes purpose to push all 3 of us away-- and no, not the 3 defunct Rubini's: Ray, I.R. and Meow, yo. Pffft.
