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4/19/2008 - Some people.
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It was a rammstein forum,and there was a place to writo"fan fiction"on it.Ok fine and great. I'm not that into them where I want to make them a focal point of any story I do,so I ask whomever if I could just post some stories I worked on,but didn't mention the band.she said "well it is a rammstein forun so no." Ok so I post something and it mentions rammstein,but it was the beginning of the story,so I didn't want to focus on them right away.I wanted to focus on the main ch aracter,who plays an important part in the story. that wasn't good enough for the board nazi.she bitched me out for it.she didn't even give me the chance to continue so people could see where it was going. I thought that was wrong,but I ignored it.Plus she was all over me about the way the story should be posted.Basicly she was just giving me a hard time and being a bitch. I fixed what I did and then I had a problem with my computer,so I couldn't access the forum untill the damn thing decided to let me in. She gets on my shit again.read the rules for posting blah blah blah.. It the story doesn't comply by the rules I'll delete it.Not giving ne the chance to fix it or explain my problem.I have decided that she is NOT worthy enough to read my works. I have NEVER had a problem with anyone as far as my writing went.I get praised all the time and I'm good at it,so fuck she. It must be posted in paragraph format..I did that.read the rules. duh...so now I know she's just being a fucking cuntrag bitch twards me.I won't give her the satisfaction of letting her get to me.I'll go elesewhere to post my works. I could understand if it was for a professional site,and even on those people know how to treat others. I don't even like to write fanfiction. I think it's stupid. I write from what I know.I don't know the band rammstein.I know their music only. I don't want to write about shit like this: The show was over.It's been rumourd that it could be Rammstein's last show for ever.They were all backstage unwinding from the concert and getting ready for their meet and greet session. There is where she saw the handsome guitartis Richard. God he was so beautiful she thought to herself. He was tall with jet black hair, and piercing blue eyes. His build was athletic. He looked so good covered in sweat and makeup that was running down his face. She wanted him so bad,but she knew she had to be paitent. What am I in the first grade? I'm past teeny bopper crap. |
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