I think the barking is a mental illness gng So basically, this random ahh man inserted himself into my life like a parasitic leech and is angry that I'm not his biggest fan. LIKE DUDE, YOU CAN'T DRIVE, YOU LOOK LIKE AN EXPERIMENT, AND YOU'RE HOMOPHOBIC. "oh! why on earth would she block me and report my use of AI art in a competition?! what did I dooooooo?" how about you get some facial cleanser and then come back to talk to me because you're the only human on this planet who literally cannot pull acne off 16 YEARS OLD BEEFING WITH LITTLE OLD ME you're the one who lied about pretty much everyone in your family dying in stupid ways like, oh, a meat grinder? DANG I'M SO SORRY TO HEAR THAT he thinks he's goated at writing, too write me a paragraph. write me a paragraph, let me examine it for ten seconds, and I WILL find an error. I WILL. proofreading his absolutely terrible stories has to be the equivalent of medieval torture so anyways imma go play tennis with a grenade
he thinks he's the center of the universe too like yes, you remind me of a planet, but not in a good way
