Resistence is Futile

I can't believe some people. I just can't. People that would create a journal for the sole purpose of making fun of you. Making a book and using chapter titles to make fun of you. Making fun of SOMETHING YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING HELP, namely, stuttering. I mean, what kind of pleasure do they get from this? Me being pissed off? I guess, because the jokes keep coming and coming. And there's nothing I can do about it. Nothing I can say, nothing I can do, to my knowledge that will stop them. They tell me to joke on them, but I don't know any witty jokes, or good comebacks to anything. Plus, the comebacks that I give are only made fun of themselves, so I got nothing. And, I'm willing to bet that all the comments that will me left on this entry will be ones joking on me. I can see it now. John will tell me to go smoke about it and then make fun of my stuttering. Geoff will tell me to cry about it, and I don't know what evan will say, if anything. That's not counting the other people that might leave a comment joking on me, or these people joking on me in their personal journal. So, you all don't have to waste your energy, I already know what you're going to say, but if you must, go ahead and say it. That's your right to do so. Well, I'm outta here. Peace.