Hey. Just so you know, I recieved two absolutely cruel reviews today and yesterday. Unfortunately, I had nearly forgotten about this account /this story. I knew my password, but as the little retards didn't read, I haven't updated it in about three years.
Three long years of Hiatus.
For those who are interested, here are the two flames I recieved on something I wrote after watching Sailor Moon or gods know what the hell I did back then.
It was HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE to read. Because face it, your story sucks. You
cannot write at all. Just take this story and shove it upp your as s and fuc k
off because you just FAIL so hard. Ju
Nice grammar. I was eleven. Try finishing a sentence.
Damn I hope you are dumb enough/ someone get you drunk enough to reveal your
password so they can wipe away this stain. Ugh terrible story! terrible
writing. EVERTHINGS TERRIBLE! DIAF!
Thanks. Really helped my self confidence.
In fact, I hate comments. I live for flames! I love them! Everytime I get one I secretly jack off in my room for hours on end. It's a fetish. I really have a problem. In fact, I'm into just about every type of assholism. I'm lying for you sonsabitches who can't take sarcasm. I do not appreciate flames and I thought that this was from some of my newer writing on is my old stuff, people. I haven't been in the mood/cared enough to write fanfictions in a long time. I'm sorry that I was a little twit when I was, what, eleven or twelve? It's unfortunate that they pondered across this story, however I am undergoing a complete rewrite. The little bastards made me quite upset and I decided that I'm going to get off my ass, stop being such a louse actually LIVING my life and perhaps update this properly.
Maybe I'll go on, maybe I won't. All depends on if the ridiculous little cowards decide to crawl out of their damp holes in the ground and read it later.
Seriously... three years! I was eleven! I haven't even touched it since!
Till then,
rubysapphire out.