Dear firstname.lastname@example.org of http://www.hack15.com/vb,
Thanks for hacking me. This was the fourth time I was hacked by you. You left the same e-mail all the time so I had the idea it was you. Honestly, at first, I wanted to tell you “Fuck you, asshole.” for hacking the site that I poured all my love into. But once I visited your site, just out of curiosity, my anger suddenly subsided like warm blood that was drained away by a vampire from it’s prey. I was amazed by how beautiful the graphic on your site is but was sad because it didn’t show up properly from my site. Honestly, before you go hacking other people’s sites, would you please take time fix the images on your own site to fit cross browsers first? It’s pretty disappointing that I’m seeing a horribly made page on my end. It’s not that much to ask is it? I am some kind of a stereotyped bitch so thought that when a hacker was able to hack someone’s site, more to the fact that he could change data straight from the database, unlike the other so-called hackers who hacks site using the usual lame redirects, it meant that he’s good (capability wise) and so I thought you could do better than anyone in aspects of web development and/or web design.
Thinking about it, the fact rings back to me that there are people who can do things that other people couldn’t. It also made me think that why is it that I still can’t find that something that I am good at? It makes me lose the little confidence I have in myself. Ever since I entered high school, I’ve been bothered by the fact that I don’t even know what I wanted to do with my life. I always even took the time to go to the back of the church and kneel before that crucified image of Christ just to ask a question on which I never got any reply. When I knelt before the calm and collected priest that was asking me for whatever that troubled me, I also never got a decent reply, rather, I was asked to repeat a bunch of Our Father as punishment. When I asked for an advice from my Christian Formation teacher, I was ask to join a recollection where I was left in a vast field in the middle of nowhere and was told to “have a moment of silence with our Lord” to reflect on myself and learn the answer to my question. Did you know that I just lied on that field, looked above the limitless sky and stared into space like I’m in deep thoughts for approximately 4 hours and in the end, I never got an answer. The next day that followed that was just a repetition of it but this time, I was in a different place surrounded by trees.
I didn’t mean to vent this on you, it’s just that I’m sort of envious that you can do something while all I can do is rant and vent like an immature child. While others may see their life as a colorful and lively Las Vegas, I see mine like a black and white ghost town where all the people were manipulated and simply killed by Legato.