You can't hurt me anymore. I've closed out your window.
I'm not going to let you have power over me again. I closed your window, and I don't feel like reopening it. Those messages from the console were indicators of some pretty big problems, anyway.
I see your pop-up messages, but you're not going to get me to reopen your window no matter how much you spam me. You're nothing more than a screen on my computer. I can't believe you had so much power over me, when in reality you hold less power than a single pixel.
Another two and a half years, and I'll be able to delete your program entirely. Can't wait for that. I can't wait to free up some space on my drive.
But you're closed, and you can't touch me anymore.
I did this for me, and your toxic messages from the console won't hurt me any more.
YOU ARE READING
Random Writings
RandomJust a thing of my random writings. Sometimes it's rage poetry, sometimes it's one-shots, sometimes it's little things that delve into a bigger story later on. We'll see what it turns into.
