Let me expose myself again, because defo seems to think that I haven’t been exposed. First, I catfished for awhile, and I got exposed long time ago. I have stopped catfishing since then. Defo seems to want to divert the attention of him catfishing to me. I admit I catfished. But I don’t go around trying to say I didn’t. Defo is the one saying he didn’t catfish and there isnt any ‘proof’. Obviously there is defo if you’re on the burnbook. You dont get put on the burnbook unless you’ve done something. You can ‘expose’ me all you want. 'edit pictures’ all you want. At the end of the day you’re being a little immature because YOU got mad over a simple little thing and getting everyone involved. Clearly you have nothing better to do than get mad over little petty arguments.You can go ahead and 'ruin’ my 'life’. When in reality this is imvu, get over yourself. Honestly. You’re bragging that your so 'imvu’ famous. That’s not somethign to brag about Defo. And bringing up the fact I did drugs?? LOL. How petty. If you want to 'expose’ me that bad, I'l expose myself for you. ♥ -Prntd@imvu
James Moriarty, scarcely knee high, receiving a stuffed tiger for his birthday. It is the least exciting of his toys, lame and tired next to the flashing electronics and complex puzzles. But James, an odd child, clings to it anyway.
James Moriarty spending countless hours in the backyard with his tiger, calling it Sebastian and “adventuring” with him. They climb trees and chase pigeons, gallivanting through the neighborhood as if it were some unknown land.
James Moriarty being teased at school, turned away by every would-be friend. He cries until he turns bitter, insisting that he doesn’t need anyone but his darling tiger.
James Moriarty in therapy, stabbing his tongue at a prying old crone. “What do I care for reality? Reality continues to ruin my life. Tiger is real to me and I love him.”
Mr. and Mrs. Moriarty prying the raggedy tiger, whose seams burst and tear, from their teenage sons hands. “It was charming when you were small, but this is madness, Jim! Sebastian isn’t real and you must see that.”
James Moriarty, on top of the world, spiteful and alone on his criminal throne. Looking through potential snipers, his eyes catch on a scar-striped man and, instantly, he knows what he’s found.
“Oh, Tiger, there you are. I was wondering when you’d come home.”