Excuse you? Where the hell do you think you get off lecturing me on what is appropriate and what isn't?

You have made it ABUNDANTLY clear that you hate the very air I breathe, so don't even pretend to know anything about me, my intentions, my relationship with Hope, or what we do or do not do at prom! It's not your business and more than that, it's not your place.

So fuck off my journal.