You never feel remorse for anything you've put me through, do you? You're a multimillionaire, and I'm homeless, and many people who have never even met me hate me because of what you and people like you have done to me and what you have tried to make the world believe. But you just never feel like I've been through enough, it seems.
Those are pictures from today of the first part of Leonardo DiCaprio's Facebook.
It's Friday; it's the weekend. I'm sitting in my room because I have no friends and nowhere else to be. I'm not sitting around trying to think of ways to insult you, though; what's your excuse for wasting your time on doing that to me?
What are you trying to do, reach out to other Lena-haters and join together in a self-righteous, cyber orgy of condemnation? How many times have you hit on, or gone out with, other people's WIVES, and yet you think you have the right to judge me, for the fifth year in a row of your testosterone-and-money fueled, smug, virtual assault and battery?
Those aren't insults; they're descriptions.
Copyright, with noted exceptions, L. Kochman, February 13, 2015 @ 7:33 p.m.
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