The simple truth is, you can’t even afford to talk to me. Buying this clip is already pushing your pathetic little budget. So of course my personal attention is far beyond your reach. Really, there’s no point in you wasting my time, bothering me with messages, begging for my attention. I don’t care about your pathetic loser life, your perversions, or your obsession with me, unless you can pay me for my fucking time. And my time is especially expensive. I’m sure you can imagine. Just look at me.
Ew god, it’s you again. You’re a fucking lurker. I get that I’m the hottest girl you’ve ever seen, especially to some loser like you, but stop fucking lurking! Stop staring at me you fucking loser! You’re fucking disgusting. I know you jerk to me constantly with the stupid fucking look on your face and I’m repulsed by that thought, I’m repulsed by you. Pathetic! You completely fucking disgust me. And you’re still staring, you’re still jerking, still lurking away even though I’m telling you how much you disgust me. I wish you’d just go away.