The Game Is Afoot

It’s really sad that you find the truth insulting, because that’s all i’ve ever told. I know who you suspect me to be because I know where your other diary is. You never told it to me, I found it myself in under a minute. I knew you couldn’t stay away from here forever, it created drama and you thrive on that. It makes your life more interesting. [Phantom_of_the_Diary]    
   
Have you also noticed that all you’ve done is attack me from day one? You call me "gutless" and whatnot, EVERY time you mention me. It’s a Freudian defense mechanism, if you can’t think of anything else to say you attack with insults, attempting to make yourself look better. Well, here’s my message: YOU messed up your friends lives to make your own more interesting, and then you lost contact with the rest. Friends will only take so much abuse for so long. And THAT’S the truth. Don’t like it? Fine, attack me again. I don’t care anymore. [Phantom_of_the_Diary]    

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Well, look at that.  Can you believe this?  Whoever the person is, they must be having a huge laugh at my expense.  But then, since when is that something new? 

I’m not gonna bother writing all the things I could.  Whoever this person is thinks he has a good grasp at who I am.  Or who he thinks I am.  (I’m using him in the nuetral case, just so everyone knows.)  I find it funny that he thinks I’m "attacking" him when I call him gutless.  But, he is.  Even after telling me his "message," he doesn’t have the guts to say who he is.  To me, yeah, that’s gutless, cowardice, whatever synonym you want to choose.

I also find it odd that apparently, getting his message across was fairly important to him.

I don’t know.  I’m tired of this.  He can’t even leave a diary that I can look at.  All that link does is lead to a page cannot be located site.  Last night, it took me to the main page of the diary site.

I can’t say that I don’t care, because yeah, I’m curious.  Anyone who knows me knows I’ll be curious.  But as far as creating a drama for myself because nothing’s happening, who’s creating this drama?  Me, or the one leaving these notes, without the courage to tell me who he is?

Answer that one, Phantom.  And if you can’t, or won’t, go get stuck in a mirror.

–Notes–

good ol’ phantom of the diary. . .fun for all ages. . haha