Msscribe is a Tw*t

I'm only up to chapter eight of the Msscribe nutty asshat story, but I'm feeling more dispirited and disillusioned with human nature than by any event that has occurred over the past few months in my own life. This makes me want to reach for the Paroxetine where all that dark and final real life stuff hasn't. The girl has serious sociopathic tendencies... I'd even venture that she has the most extreme shades of narcissistic personality disorder, but even so (and making allowances for the darker aspects of that disorder) the sheer calculated, vindictive nature of it all is just painful to read. I feel so sorry for those she hurt.

Two hours I've been reading this story (three cups of tea, one packet of crisps and a playful alsatian later) and it seems it's just getting started -- I don't know if I'll even be able to bring myself to read the part about Christina, though at the moment I can't stop reading. I'm torn between two emotions:

I'm glad that I don't know her in real life, because internets drama is wonderfully contained within the confines of the computer

BUT

Incredibly sad that I can't smack her in the face for making fun of clinical depression. All that mess, all those people hurt and betrayed, and that's the thing that has me spitting feathers. Stupid, spiteful, childish cow.