||What the hell did you expect? A parade of elephants?
I have worked myself to the point of exhaustion writing this diary, and all you can do is criticise? Who the hell do you think I am? I am not a trained monkey, endlessly grinding my organ for your amusement!
I am a real, live person, Mr. Milosevic, and I do not appreciate your cavalier attitude towards my hard work and efforts in supplying you, the reader, with a neverending supply of top-notch, compelling content full of insight and depth! I will not be your jester, dancing about like a fool in my colorfull garb and floppy-eared hat! I am a person, and I will not be accused of posting boring content!!!
You owe me an apology, sir! Never before have I been subjected to such unkind and unfair words! I stand before you naked, my very soul on display for your edification, and what do I receive in return? Naught by scorn and ridicule!
You make me sick.