I say what I feel and I feel as I say. There is every reason to hate me - if you are a lowly, emotional, immature child who calls him/herself a writer. If you thank me, then perhaps I could take a closer glance at your story and maybe, just maybe find something worth praising you for. If not, go cry into your pillow. No, I do not have a heart, so nothing YOU say to ME has any effect. I am grown and I am mature. If you are, then kudos to you. Liar.

As you can see, I have no published work, and maybe you might think that this gives me no right to comment on your lackings, but you're wrong. I write. But I'm better, because I have things published in papers and magazines. Don't be hating on me just because you're jealous. And I know that if I put something up, you vengeful little children would reciprocate the act of 'constructive' critism in hopes of making me feel - what? sad? I have no heart, dipshit. What could that sadness possibly pierce?

So yes, hate me, I implore you, because I laugh at your hatred. =)

Cheers and Tata,

Spitfire~

"And behold ye who speaks fire, and burns all who cowers before it,"