It’s Rathe, Watson. It’s Rathe!

(I don’t expect anyone to understand that heading, but it’s from one of my favorite movies.)

"Phantom,"

You know what?  I realized something last night, after I got offline.  You are a fool who is continually trying to get me to live in a past that I have finally moved on from.  You claim that I am always doing things to draw drama or intrigue to myself, and yet you won’t even tell me your name.  You are the one making whatever "drama" you sense in this situation.  You say all I’ve ever done is attack you, well, what else can I do, when all you’ve ever done is harass me?  You claim that you have *always* given me nothing but truth, yet that is obviously not true, since you can’t seem to remember your real name when leaving your notes on this diary.  I have had confirmation by two other sources that you are not Dan.  Therefore, since he is the only one I can think of whose words I refuse to let effect me, why do you say that I would judge or disregard your words?

I’m not bothering to expect answers to any of these questions.  But you insist that I should think on your words.  Well, consider mine.  Because everything about honesty that you have written here is hypocritical.  You aren’t honest with me.  Granted, you know me from somewhere other than cyberspace.  I’ve talked to you in person probably a number of times.  You obviously know Dan, and wanted me to suspect him, because it seems that you purposely typed in a way that would make me think it was him.  I’ll give you this.  It’s a nice cover, since you probably knew I would suspect him right off the bat.

You undoubtedly know I love Phantom of the Opera, which is why you decided to make a mockery of the character in naming your "diary."  And, you know that I write, since you found and read my other diary.  But I wonder.  Because you said "both" my guesses were wrong.  Yet, I read over that other diary.  I have Dan’s name once, when you left the note saying, "Wrong."  Do you know who my other guess’s real name is?  Because I just happen to like the name ‘Justin,’ and used it in place of that person’s real name.

I suppose, though, since you’re too afraid to let me talk to you myself, instead of wasting time and space in this diary, that leaving your amusing little anonymous notes is the best you can do.  Because you see, I’ll admit, I’m curious.  Anyone who knows anything about me will know that I’m curious.  But your notes and "truths" haven’t made an impact on me at all.  I’ve moved on from all of that; it was sorted out a long time ago.  And really, that’s all you wanted to do, wasn’t it?  Upset me, make me paranoid, wondering who it could be?

Too bad you’ve failed at that, too.

–Notes–

I’m surprised you’d suspect me. You should know I’m not the type to meddle in childish games. I’m not the phantom nor do I know who it is, as of yet anyways. I’ll be in touch, best of luck on the matter anyways… (Jason)
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"You claim that I am always doing things to draw drama or intrigue to myself, and yet you won’t even tell me your name." Maybe this is because I know you’d harass me if i told you my name? Gee. . That COULD be it. . .Plus my name is none of your business. Not telling  you who i am is not dishonest, i haven’t lied to you. Telling you has absolutely no advantage except satisfying your curiosity. 
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Furthermore, how dare you compare my writing to that of Dan’s! Ew.
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And i’m not trying to get you to live in the past, i’m just tired of hearing you talk of your friends betraying you when it was the opposite way around.
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Well, "Phantom," where’s your proof that it was the other way around?