Thats it. I'm throwing in the bucket. Sad how some people can ruin it for others. If you're reading this, don't respond. Don't bother contacting me. I'm going to forget you, and suggest you should do the same of me.

It isn't worth it. Ten years from now, I won't even remember this situation happened. Hell, I won't be wasting my time over who likes or dislikes my fanfiction. If you haven't read my work, you have no right to judge me. If you don't know the entire synopsis, you have no right to accuse me of stealing someone else's ideas. Who the fuck do you think you are? And I get accused of arrogance? Christ.

Do I think I'm the shit? Not really. My normal self- perception is that I'm a worthless shit. But you wouldn't know that, since you've never bothered to talk to me, or to get to know me. You don't even care. Apologies fall on deaf ears. You need, crave someone to ruthlessly burn in order to boost your own self-esteem. If thats how you roll, then by all means, keep rolling. But thats not how I function. I believe in offering constructive criticism (some people could use some instructions on how to do this) and being supportive. Because no one deserves to be treated like shit for an ignorant mistake. Get off your elitist high horse and get over yourself. You aren't the shit either. You're just another complicated human being, just like the rest of us. I'm willing to listen to you, to understand...to even forgive. You probably aren't even familiar with those terms. Such a pity. I pity you, and your need to destroy other people's self-worth for the mere sake of being an absolute bastard.

If this is the true reflection of the artistic and literary world then I want no part of it. Here I thought the arts were above such bullshit, but I was obviously wearing rose colored glasses. So you can continue to bicker and pick over other people's work, you won't see mine around here anymore. I don't need your God-given approval to enjoy writing or drawing. If that means keeping it to myself, then fine. I have no issue with that. At this moment in life, I am too immature and unprofessional to even HOPE to publish, or sell my work. Thats fine. Maybe I never will, maybe it was never meant to be. I'm not going to cry over it forever.

In case you haven't gotten the point yet...I'm telling you to fuck off.