hey, you fucking psychotic twat bag! i like how you tell me that you're not a stalker, and then you research the boards and see that there's an event down here. and then you have the balls to show up at the restaurant. i wasn't even at dinner. someone saw you when everyone was leaving. too bad you didn't figure out that we were going to the movie theatre down the street right after that. do you really have nothing better to do? is tivo broken? i don't want to talk to you, and i don't want to see you. how's that for blunt? are you happy now? obviously my instincts were right, so i'm done with feeling guilty that i just can't be friends with you. you always said that we were the same, and i never believed it. and now i'm sure of it. i don't care what you do, just stay the fuck away from me. i'm not afraid to take action, you fucking psycho.