Addressing a few things here.
Okay, so it only revolves around one, but whatever.
Just going to reply a few things.
But no, I do not expect You and You to visit this blog to EVER read this post, so yeah. Do not read any further if you are there.

Pooh, will the others care about that earlier message? Yeah, don't read any further either.
It's revoltingly stupid.
But it's 100% un-sarcastic, believe it or not.
I can't.

Okay.
VERY thick-skinned, and I mean VERY. And no, it's not meant to be bloody sarcastic like I always make things out to be.
And no one isn't allowed be on so-and-so's blog. If everyone had a choice there wouldn't be spamming around.
Oh thank you for actually bothering to visit such a blog.


I mean, seriously. It's not until I've been called the F-word before I actually woke up from this irritating nightmare. I guess I really changed. No one in this world is actually allowed to act so irritating / annoying, but I've done it anyway. Changing back isn't going to be as easy after all. Maybe that explains the telling twice part. You can't expect too much out of me. I mean, since when could you count on me to do something right, can I ask?
One thing, though, and don't take offence.

Pretty people can be total and complete bitches.
The Hunchback of something-something just shows that however you look, the inside counts for the most. Sure, no one's perfect, but at least try to be okay in your character. Who can be allowed to exaggerate that much? I mean, to the extend of parents? No way.

Another thing which I hope you won't care / take offence about:
Gee, I actually tried. I mean, it looks like I'm still that revolting bitch that everyone hated, but I actually tried to change, instead of, like what you said, ignoring that piece of advice you guys gave.
Sorry, that didn't sound too correct.

No, I will not stoop to the level of sucking up to a particular someone. I'm saying all this disgusting crap because I think I have gone too far. Even if a person I hate a lot tells me it's cool and I don't think so, I'll go for changing, let alone people whom I used to treat as very close friends.
Wait, I didn't phrase that correctly, did I?
Okay, nevermind. What I'm trying to say is:
I liked things when nothing changed. When I hadn't turned into Wicked Witch of the West. But now, I don't want to purposely type all these so you forgive me, or something. I'm typing it to show myself how overboard I've gone.
('See, Kimberly? Look how you sucked. Now go change.')

I'm so going to regret this when I click the little orange button.