I was just on my way to sleep but I decided to check my email. To my surprise, I found mail with an obvious intent to intimidate me. I didn't need to think twice about who it was. I didn't know and I sure as fuck don't care. Although the english was mediocre, I knew that it meant one thing. It's sad that people have to stoop that low to try to make me question my thoughts and ethics. I'm not going to retaliate by typing bullshit on this blog. That'll only fuel the fire. Those who know me well enough, know that I'm better than that. I'm not going to find out who wrote that trash. I have more important things to tend to.

Let's get a few things straight...Me, conceited? Anything but. Although these entries reflect my life, I don't go off saying how cool I am or some other dumb, egotistical shit like that. I don't praise myself. "I know who you are." Great...Big deal. If you really knew who I was, then you wouldn't need to send shit like that. Oh, it's nice to know that you had to get another email address to send me that bullshit. That's brave. Damn, criticism is one thing, but if you don't like my shit, then don't smell it. Haters don't mean a thing to me. I don't have any beef with anyone, nor do I want any. Don't tell me who the fuck I am. Judge me for my character...and get a life.