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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.

Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.






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Tuesday, 10 December 2019

People....

Checked a dating site, in fact the one I met Shitlord on all those years ago, to find a message from a month ago (I had not checked in well over a month, it is almost like a signed up for things again to show I was moving on but had no interest in using them) from one of his old people friends (one who had been pretty open about disliking me) asking me to extend my friendship because clearly my believing I had ever been anything more than friends with Shitlord had just been confusion on my part.

I do not like Shitlord's old people friends, and this has just added to that.
I should take up religion so I can pray that they all get cancer and die.
Or pray that a sniper shoots off Shitlord's junk (as I can think of nothing else he would actually care enough about to feel real loss).
Because spite is what religion is for, right?

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