You took me off ignore a few months ago because when you stuck me on ignore it bothered you even more.
Since then you've been flexing your obvious mental health issues in a desperate attempt to attain some small justice for what you blame me for. And that's just on this account.
If you wanted me here, you most certainly would not have stuck me on ignore in the past.
This is all nothing more than a pathetic charade to convince your damaged and deluded mind its reclaimed what you blame me for taking from it.
It sounds better when you're not making little bitch threads to give yourself a platform to launch your unsatisfied claims :)
What made me effective in getting to you is my ability to actually bother you to the point where even when I say nothing to you, you still feel under attack and need to vent and when there is nothing to vent at, you engineer a very obvious attempt at trying to resettle whatever aspect of your brain i fried.
I own you now, its not my words that made me powerful, its the logic of how they impact the end user that makes them sink in.
That requires something one cannot replicate with words alone.
Once upon a time, there was a gaming addict named hello_world. hello_world was a solitary person who found it difficult to makes friends. This did not concern him much; after all he had his gaming to escape to and in particular a site called 'ESReality'. For many years, things went well for him on his favourite site - everyday he would sit for hours posting Cooller nudes and making fun of Moldovians. His online life would have been a simple and relaxing one if not for a certain poster, a BAFTA-winning gaming-prodigy whose comments slowly chipped away at his comfortable world view. That posters name was Jamerio. Things came to head one day when...
hello_world became obsessed. He must show this Jamerio he was wrong! He must! Oh he tried to play it casual, as if he was having fun writing endless responses to his arch-rival. Sometimes he even managed to convince himself that this was the case. But after closing his browser window filled with another nights worth of Nuh-Uh's and I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I's, he knew. He felt it. His basis of comparison had been thoroughly reset.
My independent point of view as a uninitiated into details man has shaped quite a reasonable and a bright character out of Jamerio. And the mockers are jelly pricks.
There was a man named Jamerio, he was one that sucked on hello_world's cock almost half the time he can get. Jamerio later decided to become a prostitute then killed himself, the end