You know, after those scripts were put up and I got kicked from my klan, at first I thought it was funny. But after hearing the cries of pain from my fellow flamebaters, I realize this attack has hurt me, too. I’d just pushed the hurt so deep down that I couldn’t feel it. Having to spend fifteen seconds asking for readmission was a fifteen seconds that could have been used to find true love. A fifteen seconds that could have been used to cure cancer. A fifteen seconds that could have been used to save a newborn kitten’s life. That hypothetical kitten’s blood is on your hands, Tom. And so is mine.

I can’t go on in a world that allows such senseless minor annoyances to continue. As soon as I finish writing this message, I shall fling myself from my window, freeing myself from a world that can temporarily dissolve a klan on the internet. My dying wish is that you avenge me: Permabanning is far too good for Tom! He should be hanged for these terrible crimes. Goodbye cruel internet, goodbye.