Moderation on Cut Me Deep

Hey Everyone,

This is more of a public service announcement than anything else. We have been getting a crazy bitch (everyone already knows who she is - it's all about motherly love) posting useless crap in the comments of my journal. It's because she has nothing better to do and because she is almost dead as it is. So she needs to feel like she is leaving something for the world to read. Who knows, she is literally crazy and on some crazy meds.

With all that said, all comments now need to be moderated... awesome. If you would like to thank this women for ruining some of the fun to cutmedeep.com feel free to comment this blog.

I know, I know, it's not like us here at Cut Me Deep to have such a ridiculous boundary, but, we need to also keep the crazies at bay. She actually thought of it as a power battle or something, haha. Oh my god, what an awesome day it has been.

Ya see, I tried my hardest to keep things civil and just delete her comments, but that's not good enough. To completely understand this person, you need to know that she is a control freak. If she doesn't at least think she power of a situation she refuses to take her meds, and from there it just gets really bad.

To be completely honest, she actually threatened to talk to my "landlord" and have me kicked out, haha. She was desperate to stop me from doing this, but oh well. We can't blame her for a weak mind. In fact, here is a little poem she wrote me in a text message to make me stop doing this....

"Remember, shit you throw you usually step in..."

Very out there and poetic, I think. For some reason she doesn't to think this pertains to her as well. Oh wait, but she said it, so that must mean shes void from it. Who knows what her thinking is on that... nuts.

I originally reacted by saying that I was going to post a journal entry about her life, and all the truths she doesn't want heard by the rest of the world. She freaked out! I probably would too if I had as many secrets as that, but in the end, I felt too bad to do it. It's her business, and I am bigger than that. It would just be playing her game anyway.

Ok, sooooo, comments are to be moderated (retarded) and lets hope we can continue all our lives in peace. Of course, when your mother is a 3 years old, it's hard sometimes.