[imported_I, fuzzbot.]

Dear Diary,

How's it going? It's me. What? You've forgotten me? Let me remind you: I'm the one who thinks that anyone who doesn't agree with me is a pointless brat who is a victim of propoganda and the one who hates it when people call me stupid because they can't handle how clueless I am about a topic I so love to talk about without researching it further. I hate people like that. I mean it's okay if I call them stupid, but they better back off because I know too much (mom said so!). He is a fraud, I think! Or, I know! I know he is! 'Cuz he called me out for being what I am!

I just LOATHE people pointing out the fact that I'm stupid, I really do. I mean, why do they stab me with this frequently and painfully? My guess is that Islam is spread through the sword. Yup. That means Muslims like to walk around stabbing people multiple times.

I believe I was the first one to not dismantle his points constructively but rather just quote it all and say, "hey, you know what? I think you're wrong and stupid," and the worst part is that I didn't even tell him why. I just told him that he knows nothing. And then when he does it to me, I don't know, I guess I felt how bad it feels for people to just call you stupid. Wow, I mean.

I hide under my bed sheets everyday knowing that the Muslims are just out to get me, you know? Everyday it's the same damned thing. I'm the target of genocide, diary. I'm the target of horror and terror, and I don't know what to do. I cry myself to sleep, hold on to my opinions because I know they'll get me places, and I guess if I lie to people saying I know absolutely everything about the Middle East they might take me seriously. But I better not talk! Because as soon as I talk any Middle Easterner would be able to see right through me, and I can look at him and say "you're biased!" to make myself look good in front of others, but seriously, I'd just be looking bad in front of my own self because I know I'm wrong. But I'll fuck myself multiple times with a tweezer before ever admitting it.

Well, I better go be all depressed and shit now, and talk to people about me feeling really passionate about this because I'm the victim of war here, a mass genocide, it's really sad. I hate myself. Hell can't possibly be any harder than this so I wish God would just kill me and send me to hell. It can't possibly be worse. This place is horrific, thanks to Muslims. HORRIFIC. Hideous. I can't take this shit anymore.

Yours,
ABC
Target of Genocide, Division A