Open letter time! Warning: may have lots of ranting and curse words in it.

Dumb Bitch: (since I can't say 'dear', you're not dear to me and I don't think you're worthy of even having a name)

For the last year and a half, I've been blessed with not having to deal with you on a daily basis. I knew, on the first day you showed up in that IRC channel, that I should have banned your stupid ass - but a very close friend who is dear to me requested that "I give you a chance". Against my better judgment, I did so. And believe me, it's been one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made.

I've walked away from IRC now, a lot of it having to do with you, and while I'm overly grateful that I did so (mainly because I now have a life full of real people and tangible things instead of a dream world)... I will never, ever forget that you and your merry band of cohorts were behind it all. So that's fine... stay in your fantasy world, I don't care. But when you start appearing in my Facebook layouts because you're talking to our mutual acquaintance... that goes too far.

I don't want to see your smug face on anything of mine. That includes any social networking site I'm on, that includes anything on the computer, I don't even want to hear your fucking name mentioned. Unfortunately, it's a common one - just like you, I suppose.

I'm sick and tired of arguing with my close friend about you, too, and that's happened more times than I can count over the last year and a half. Our friendship has come close, several times, to the brink of ruin because of your stupid ass. What redeeming qualities he sees in you, I will never know, and believe me when I say that that's a huge flaw on his part. Still, he's not responsible for my feelings toward you - you are.

It takes a great deal for me to hate someone. But I congratulate you - you fall into that category.

I'm writing this letter here, in my blog, because I don't trust myself to write you directly. If I wrote you directly, it would be the beginning of a shitstorm that you will never forget. You don't know anything about me, about my anger, nor how deep and untapped it really is. Because if I hate someone like I do you, and I get the chance to destroy you... I do it on behalf of everything that's ever made me angry. So I think it's wise to say that you should hope you never run into me again.

And you'd best count yourself lucky that I'm not physically able, due to distance, to slap your stupid face until it bleeds - because if I were able to, I'd be on a plane the first thing out.

I hold feelings of resentment and anger against our mutual friend, too, no worries - but at least he has redeeming qualities, though this is the one thing that I will never understand, nor approve of where he's concerned. That's not your concern, however.

The fact is, my dear, you're a cunt. You are a dirty, diseased, nasty little cunt that doesn't deserve to breathe the same air my friend does. You don't deserve to be in his fucking presence, or anyone's presence, for that matter.

I suggest that you stay the fuck away from me, and from anything that I hold dear - people, places, things. The consequences otherwise would be devastating for you.

And to our mutual friend... I have zero problem if you actually want to show her this, because I assure you that nothing would please me better than to have her know exactly what I feel about her.

EOM.