Words are strange things, tantrum. To most people, they are a tool, for communicating and sharing ideas. However, to somebody who works with words, shaping and moulding them every day, they are alive.
Words are laced with hidden meanings and subtleties, that define who we are, and reveal what we are really thinking. Every time we use words, we expose a few more of our hidden secrets, the real person that no amount of smilies and cheap, snide comments can hide.
You might fool others with this 'strong and carefree' persona, tantrum, but I can see right through your little act, through to the vulnerability and self-doubt that laces every post and every bleak poem. You can hide behind this 'virtual shield' but, ultimately, you cannot escape yourself or cover up the stark loneliness.
You say that you are above this crap, yet you constantly seek it, as another way to battle the inner demons. The only drama on here is you, trying to be the centre of attention and find acceptance, a way to escape the solitude for a few moments.
Until a couple of days ago, I did not care about your childish games or veiled nastiness, and was content to ignore you. However, the way you treated Whitney and skyfire, and the jibe you just threw at Julianna, went too far.
Time for a new act, Elisinha - this one is very old and very stale