Thanks for the heads up, you know who you are.

I've contacted the Collier County Sheriff's Office and will be contacting the Cape Coral Police tomorrow FOR you, Leila, to make sure it gets done. Campus security has been contacted and advised about the situation, you, your family, and your friends. My resident manager has been contacted and advised about the situation, you, your family, and your friends. MY friends, miscellaneous faculty, everyone knows about your tantrum, and if you want a legal fight, let's go.

Let's also consider for a second that I found a button outside of my door, coinciding with events that made it very significant, that says "I am LOVED". Hm.

I'm tired of you, your family and your friends- all of whom are so immature that you lead them around on a leash of your own insecurities, quips and moans, and witch-hunts when you get butt-hurt over something. Was it because I took "your" blanket? It was mine, ours at most. A pillow? I made sure that it was mine, less contaminated by both you and the smell of garlic and steak than the others, and not falling apart in a feathery mess. The toys? Get someone else to buy you new ones, I never gave them to you in the first place. The camera? I never told you it was yours, I simply brought it and placed it in the room, and told you I had it.

I had a key, that you never asked for back. The doors were locked in the first place. It is impossible for me to have broken in since: A. I had a key, so no need to break; and B. No one told me I wasn't welcome back. OH, and C. No one arranged a time, despite my attempts to contact them, for me to get my things. Falling in line with the rest of your essay, I came on Thursday morning and got there at 10:20. I think you remember how long it took to get here from your house, and with my class being at 11:50, I was in a bit of a rush. My driver can tell you that I was in anything BUT a rage, as can the person who lent us the car. Why when no one was home? Because your overweight ex-convict 6'6" uncle has threatened to kill me to my face six times- and to add to that, who exactly was the one who tried to sick him on me? Let me, in fact, add that not only did I not watch my back, or run from him, but made full eye contact, did what you could technically call provoking him I guess, and even after Tony slammed the door on my fingers (which recent clinic visits have shown actually crushed the bones) and Diego was telling him to open the door so he could get to me (remember the phone call?) I didn't move from what I'd been doing. His behavior constitutes coercion, by the way, physical coercion which is very easily a criminal offense and with his record is nothing less than sailing himself up a creek without a paddle.

My mother made no mention of the phone call you mention. Maybe she will tomorrow. As for "your" corset, I do have it. I bought it with my money for "us" and was headed to throw it out for that reason, but if you want it that badly, I'll hand it over to police at my dorm doorway to give to you, since I'm assuming you've already called them and 'sent them on their way'. For the condition of your room, you're a pig. Everyone who has known me over the past year and a half has heard or seen me bitch about how much of a slob you are and how I was the only one keeping your room from looking like a disaster. An example would be when I came back from Baltimore and had to clean up the mess you had made in less than three weeks, which wasn't even comparable to how your house was when I came in. I knocked stuff over with a 120 pound box, sure, but I picked it up. I left wires hanging out, sure, but that was for you to quickly plug them back into something that didn't belong to me. Both were acts of courtesy, you ungrateful aggression-mongering spite-fest. To the contrary, however, a lot of my stuff was thrown about, damaged, destroyed, or outright missing. Whoa there, Little Miss God-Complex.

If I do have anything left at your house, it can stay. It wasn't on my list to pick up. As I've said, I've contacted police myself. Let's get this done and over with, and when all IS said and done, I will most likely have restraining orders put on YOU and your family, and your uncle put back in a cage where he and everyone like him belongs. And anyone who wants to "wringe my neck"- it's "wring"- can step up to the plate whenever suits their best judgment. I can't promise that I'll be the one taking the time out of my schedule to deal with them.

Find your stuff, slob. Get new locks, I left the key between your front doors anyway, signaling my intent not to come back. Florida law does NOT protect people like you; in fact, your screencap'd show of aggression, over-confidence, immaturity, and self-righteousness which you accuse me of so often, is exactly the kind of evidence I need to pursue a completely justified case against you if I so choose. You act like you've put me in hot water, really all you've done is given me a reason to fire all the torpedoes you and your family have given to me. Even just one would be enough to cause the damage I would LOVE to make you suffer through right now. Good thing I'm not as immature as you are, huh?


Good luck, you'll need it. Good riddance, I'm sick of you.


Moron.