I'm not going to kill anyone.

I just really want the cameras out of my bathroom, and I want to be taken seriously about that.

I can't say that I'm sorry that Charlie Puth seems to be indicating that what I wrote yesterday didn't make him happy; it made me feel so much better.  I'm almost in a good mood today.

Did I make him nervous? Did I disrupt his smug assumptions for a while?  I hope so.

I live a terrible life, and there's no reason for it.  I am tortured for the amusement of wealthy chauvinist pigs, and a lot of other totally innocent people are also being criminally victimized by the voyeurism and involuntary pornography that the conglomerate thinks it's funny to inflict on me.

These assholes are fucking with people because they can, because there's nothing stopping them.  They are sickeningly wrong, and they stride around acting like they're good people, blaming their victims, soaking up the public's unwitting admiration and making money from it.  They are fucking nauseating.