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Dear Litster,
You walk a destructive path, one that only hurts those you ever come across on Lit.
To men, you are one of the biggest nightmares that one could possibly imagine. It only takes a few one-on-one conversations and you will latch on to your victim. Sadly, the person you target may not realize it until you have their phone number or a method to IM/text. This is when the barrage of messages come in, at first being a small nuisance. But something is wrong... he didn't respond and it has been an hour. You ask why he hasn't responded, to which there is no reasonable answer. Then, your mildly annoying neediness blossoms into what one would call "stalkerish" behavior. You are, after all, described as a stalker by several men of Lit. The only way for them to escape is to block you on everything, and perhaps that isn't even enough because you will prove to find your vengeance later on if given any opportunity.
To women, you are a terrible friend. Scratch that. You are no woman's friend. Women to you are competition, and the only reason you converse with them is to find something to gossip about. You're really good at gossiping. As a matter of fact, you find joy in it. Your words are your weapon. You only use them as edged blades to pierce the backs of anybody who showed you friendship. And though it is true that there are two sides to every story, you have proven time and time again that you're the one with blood on your hands.
Sadly, you do this over and over... You are to be feared. You steal and destroy friendships all while searching for somebody to love you. At the end of the day, nobody will love you. Nobody will care. You will find that what you have done will come back to haunt you.
Your enemies are growing in numbers, and your enemies don't forget. The paths you once walked will be full of people who will stand over you and give you no sympathy in your time of need. You will cry alone one day. You will find that the very same men who take advantage of you only do so for temporary enjoyment. And no woman will trust you.
Heed my words. The storm is coming, and you have no aid to withstand it.
Dear Untrustworthy Litster,
Dang, girl, you are getting a reputation! Not only are you talking about me to others, but you are doing it to other women, too. No wonder you came crying to me a few months ago wanting to be friends again, because it seemed all your friends were leaving you. Seriously, I didn't trust a thing you had to say, I knew you were fishing for information because someone you were talking to started talking to me. The funny part was, we were just friends..."oh, please don't talk to her, she's territorial" is what you told him. Then, you shared personal messages with him from others.I should have listened way back when, in July, when someone told me you were a stalker and he was trying to get rid of you. Silly me. Guess what? Others have told me similar things recently. People are wanting to know WHY we aren't friends anymore. They're finding out on their own that you are a backstabber and a liar. Soon, others will know, too...you are poison.

Dear Litster,
We're banding together and forming a club. Pretty certain you messed with the wrong chicas. Good luck....
Desire to see your demise

An all girl band??? I want in! I can play piano, violin, and throw some sharp words (or books).![]()
Its called "High school drama club", lol.
Its called "High school drama club", lol.
An all girl band??? I want in! I can play piano, violin, and throw some sharp words (or books).![]()

It's high school psychology class. Today's lesson is "how to spot a master manipulator 101."
Drama club is after![]()

It's high school psychology class. Today's lesson is "the business of spotting a master manipulator 101."
Drama club is after![]()
lol well that leaves me out....I've got nooooo talent. Except for the skin flute, I can play that very well so I need an all boy band![]()
You can clap to the beat

It's high school psychology class. Today's lesson is "the business of spotting a master manipulator 101."
Drama club is after![]()
...This thread often scares the crap out of me though...Ha ha ha ......This thread often scares the crap out of me though...

No one would ever post anything mean about you - I'd put Nair in their shampoo if they did. Or at least plot it.
Man, speaking of which I need to shave my legs.....![]()

Why can't everybody just get along?
Peace out!![]()
Ha ha ha...In college I had a horrible roommate...and I remember coming home at bar time one night and seeing the nair Bottle in the bathroom...ummmm the thoughts...
But I played nice...![]()
It's high school psychology class. Today's lesson is "the business of spotting a master manipulator 101."
Drama club is after![]()



What!?!? I can't even imagine you having mean thoughts! I must drink more wine on that one (shaving can wait until tomorrow).

I'm sorry, I lumped you into the high school drama going on right now. That was wrong of me, and for that, I'm very sorry![]()