The Story: Someone went up to Skyler in Times Square sometime duringÂ the weekend before the 29th of June and asked her if she was me. She took it as a very very offensive thing and proceeded to do an extremely long postÂ sayingÂ that sheÂ is so insulted because I’m the ugliest blogger she has ever seen and no, she has nothing against my blog, my personality NOR my character..just that she’s so insulted someone actually thought she looked like me.
I know you said that you did not post up any links because you don’t want to humiliate so-and-so blogger.
But guess what? So-and-so blogger found out.
You can go and laugh and deny and say, “Oh please, what makes you think it’s about YOU?” but I’ll cut the whole thing short for you by telling you I have my ways.
And also, someone tipped me off in the previous entry’s comment box. Actually not just someone. A few have already told me about the post.Â I asked a few of those who commented in that post, and they confirmed that it was me.
Besides, there was a mention about the ugly blogger camwhoring with an alarm clock. That SO totally gave it away.
You didn’t post up my link yet you continuously tried to fan your ego up by asking your MSN contacts if you are prettier than me and surely you distributed my link to whoever who was interested.
I understand that you are upset because someone thought you looked like me. As deluded as you are about how you yourself look, I myself wouldn’t be very happy if someone likens me to another ugly girl(and this is not directed to you. I don’t go around insultingÂ other people’s physical attributes.) even if I’m not the definition of beauty myself. These things can be done without.
But you know what hurts most?
When you indulged and laughed whole heartedly at the fact that your friends think that I’m ugly, fat, look like a man, flabby etc. It’s like you get such a thrill from knowing that I’m way uglier than you are.
And that you even SAVED some of my photos with the intention of comparing it to your own face on your blog. Really, skyler. Really.
I can laugh off a short paragraph or two. Feel hurt and all yes. But not too much.
But to haveÂ a whole post going on and on and on about YOU being insulted that someone mistook you for me? And the fact that you need to reassure yourself that I’m every bit as horrible as all that was said about me?
It says alot about your own self esteem.
Nice one, Skyler, nice one. How old are you again? 17? I see.
Reading your comments from that post, no, your blog is not THAT insignificant to me. I’ve read it a couple of times and snorted at how obnoxious you are, rolled my eyes and gingerly clicked the x button to close the browser after that. Heard about you from a few others, not nice things obviously.
p/s: I’d really appreciate it if the person who mistook skyler for me at Times Square can leave a comment or email me. Nothing, just curious.
p/ss: compared to that limpeh troll(who we shall ignore because he is lame. not fun to stand up to also.)..I don’t want to sound like a whiny bitch. But I cannot take this lying down. I have to stand up for myself.
But now that I’ve said what I’ve wanted to say, I’m moving on.
Editted: After a chat with aÂ very wise friend of mine, I was about to heed her advice about closing the comments feature. But I think I will take the other approach. I’m not going to replyÂ the commentsÂ because I have a strong feeling that after while my views will distort when I do reply each and every remark and I might ignite other going-ons.Â I’ll still leave the feature on.