I can't believe I'm calm about this.

Someone insulted my writing (a fanfic which I wrote a year or two ago, didn't put in much effort, as can be seen by the grammar), by saying it was too descriptive and that I want everyone 'to copy my style'.

Tch.

That's like saying you want to copy William Shakesspeare's style.

All this because I read someone's work, didn't like it, commented on the grammar and spelling, fussed about the punctuation, and groused about the plot.

Even the china students in my class can write TEN THOUSAND TIMES better than that crap.

Don't ask me whay I read it in the first place. Those who know me will understand that I generally HATE reading something and dropping it halfway, because I believe everything has potential, no matter how 'emo' or bad it is.

SO, CHINA STUDENTS, JIA YOU IN YOUR ENGLISH!!!

Anyway, all I have to say is that that work has scarred my eyes forever. No wonder authors like that are on cyberspace, they are encouraged by rabid fangirls/bimbos who flunk everything and moan about "OMG THAT GUY IS SO CUTE!!!111!"

Not all fangirls are like that, but the really deluded ones are girls who argue who is L's destined wife (from death note).

Gosh, they'd better not meet me in real life or I'll smack them with a grammar book for primary fours, as well as a guide on how to punctuate your sentences targeted at Primary threes.

I shall not be bothered by petty people.

I mean, come on, it's common sense that not everyone will like your works right? 'One man's meat is another's poison', deal with it. I know I'm ugly, egoistical, a bitch in mornings, have chicken scratach as handwriting, insecure, too opinionated, materialistic (so many faults, I wonder how my friends put up with me).

No one is perfect. I know I'm nopt. No one's writing is the epitome of excellence. Some harmonions (Yeah, I hope you aren't trying to butter me up) say that my english is good, but I think I can be better.

I'm not an english expert. I'll like to think myself as one, but sadly, I'm not. The bloody letter from the ministry has not arrived. I probably didn't get in.

Just asking (yes, I'm probably talking to myself here).

Would you rather people tell you the ugly truth so you can rectify your mistake or would you rather people tell you warm, pretty lies?

I'd rather people tell me the truth. 'Do to others what you want others to do unto you'. I'm simply giving you a favour.

Tell me if you prefer warm pretty lies. Then I recommend going to the sluts or ass-kissers, so you can have all the warm lies you want.

P.S. I deny I'm angry. I however, do NOT deny that I have an insatiable appetite for chocolate.