When you stop being a smug, self-congratulatory, egotistical, selfish, elitist, lying, voyeuristic jerk, you might be able to write something that feels authentic to your personality and value system that isn't about statutory rape and addicting minors to drugs or turning a religious holiday of the victim of your group sexual abuse into another vicious, misogynist, dehumanizing attack.
I don't know if you're continuing your lewd, abusive behavior toward me because you realize that I HATE YOUR GUTS or because you are tone-deaf about women, have relied on your celebrity for your success with them and really don't know when you have made someone who is female hate you. Either way, it's sexual harassment. I have already told you that I'M NEVER GOING TO DATE YOU, so I don't know why you're fixated on me.
IT IS YOUR OWN FAULT THAT I REJECTED YOU. YOU DESERVED IT. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM THE HOURS YOU HAVE SPENT PREMEDITATING WAYS TO HURT ME? STOP INFLICTING YOUR NARCISSISTIC, CONTROL-FREAK TACTICS ON ME. THEY'RE NOT GOING TO WORK AND YOUR HISSY FITS AREN'T MY PROBLEM. HAVE SOME DIGNITY, EVEN IF OTHER PEOPLE'S DIGNITY IS SOMETHING THAT IT AMUSES YOU TO MINIMIZE.
Dating you must be a horrible experience. I don't think you know how controlling, self-centered and condescending you are; I don't think you have ever thought about it, and obviously either you have never dated anyone who told you that you are those things or you didn't listen.
The world doesn't revolve around you, nor should it. Maybe you're vaguely aware that the first part of that sentence is true; it wouldn't surprise me if you don't believe the last part of it and your failures to make everything the way you want it to be are a major source of unnecessary and unintentionally ridiculous anxiety for you.
What do you think you're going to say about me that you or another abuser hasn't already said? This is how you're spending a Saturday night, thinking of additional ways to torture someone impoverished whom multimillionaires have already tortured for a decade?
I'm not doing anything to you. You and everyone like you are doing something that is so evil that people who are reading this and who don't already know that I'm telling the truth can't believe that it could be as bad as I've been saying that it is.
I haven't obsessed about my dislike of you. I haven't written about it weekly or filmed videos about it at my hacked phone. I have quietly moved on with my life, as much as that's possible when my phone is hacked and there are hidden, illegal cameras in my apartment and everywhere else that anyone can put them to monitor my whereabouts and to turn me into a caged animal.
Apparently, rather than thinking about what you did to make me mistrust and dislike you even more than several years of your participation in crime and vicious, psychological abuse already had, you have continued to try to rationalize the outrageous way that I am treated.
Perhaps it upsets you that you don't control my actions or my feelings or what I say, and, like all celebrities whom I have encountered so far, your hyperprivileged lifestyle makes you think that people who aren't wealthy are somehow your servants and obligated to anticipate what they can do to contribute to the perceptions of yourself and the rest of the world that are the most comfortable for you. In particular, you are used to being smarter than everyone whom you know, celebrity or not, and you are used to manipulating people either to perceive you the way that you want to be perceived or to act as if they perceive you that way. Not only do I not feel guilty about not being a crutch for your bloated ego, letting you know how much your manipulations don't work on me is fun. You might also be surprised by how many people aren't buying your act and either care about you anyway because you haven't spent years persecuting them or want to be around you because you're rich and famous.
