Help Me Help You

Et tu?

I’m sure you’ve all seen the video by now. If you haven’t, just look below this post to see our resident nutjob who just can’t seem to stay away from the site. Jason and I have finally cracked back in, but things don’t look good.

I’m sure we could do all sorts of speculation about who Goslanen is. An angry client, a jilted ex-boyfriend of Mara’s, or just a random escapee from a local psych-ward with an unhealthy obsession with my crew. The problem is, I know all those answers are wrong, and I feel like a moron for not figuring it out sooner. After seeing the video, I know exactly who it is. It’s Matt.

I never would have guessed it. I mean, we’ve worked together for years. He was never exactly right in the head, but it wasn’t his fault, at least, that’s what I always told myself. He was a lot like my sister. Neither of them were very in touch with the world when they met, and I thought maybe, just maybe, they could help each other.

I know you are reading this, Matt, so I’ve got a few things to say to you. I hired you on good faith, because you were my brother-in-law and Lucia said that you were a hard worker. I took my baby sister’s word and brought you on to this team. We all let you into our inner circle, and I caught alot of crap for you over the years. Clients never liked you, Jason sure as hell didn’t (even though he tried, the idiot), and Jackson always thought you were a liability.

You know, I’m almost glad my father didn’t live to see this day. He trusted you with Lucia, and I honestly thought you deserved that trust. I stuck my neck out for you, on the job and in private, because I believed in you. I wanted to believe in you, because if I didn’t,  it meant Lucia had just made the biggest mistake of her life, which is saying something. So I kept cleaning up your messes and telling myself that it was all for her sake, and that one day you’d make it up, to me and to her.

But I guess you proved me wrong, didn’t you? I hope your happy, because now I’m going to have to kill you myself, since Dad’s not around to do it . I don’t know if you planned this from the start, or if you just got up one day and decided you need to ruin your life and the lives of everyone around you, but I’m going to make sure you get everything you want out of this deathwish of yours. You better pray to whatever you’ve got left to believe in, because you’ll be seeing your precious Angels real soon.


8 responses

  1. Rose

    Matt- You sir, are a SICK TWISTED BASTARD! I’m with Frank, you are dead meat when he finds you.

    November 13, 2010 at 5:04 pm

  2. goslanen

    Frank Earnesto Rustle! We have a new guest. That’s no way to behave…you’re not setting a very healthy example for our young ones. I dare say it’s rubbing off – That won’t do at all.

    Let me be transparent with you:

    You are where you are because [ 0 ] wanted you to be here. Isn’t that significant to you? I could have done so much more than I have.


    Of course it isn’t. I told him that from the outset, but it’s only after injustices started adding up, after pain had made its bed with contempt, that he started to close his eyes.

    Shamefaced, he hid it away –
    but just because you cannot see the eyes,
    does not mean you cannot see the lies.

    I promised [ 0 ] I would take them away. He made his sacrifice for a mirror. Throw your threats at it, and realize that every crack will exist because of what

    [ 0 ]





    November 13, 2010 at 7:21 pm

  3. I’m glad Frank had the grit to address you here, because I have been at a loss.

    Ok, I can get how you see this is my fault.

    Frank’s right – out of all of us, I have the least reason to overlook your…habits. He’s related to you, and Jack’s got history with him that goes all the way back to his dubious days. Still, I tried, and sometimes failed, to have good things to say about you.

    I didn’t understand you then, and I don’t understand you now, so hate me if it helps. Whatever.

    But why Mara? What’s with the hieroglyphics? And what about this is so important to you? Why…

    …you know what? Nevermind. I’m sorry that your condition progressed that far. We all knew Lucia and understood that you’re not capable of feelings. But look at the bright side: at least they won’t get hurt when Frank puts you down like a diseased animal.

    November 14, 2010 at 1:56 pm

  4. Rose

    What’s with the [0], ~0~, and [~0~] Matt? Some kind of code? It looks like something my alter, Lily, would come up with.

    November 15, 2010 at 6:24 am

  5. goslanen

    Oh Jason…the delicious part about this is that you don’t “get” anything that’s happening. You are a human, a taker, a bacteria. YOU are the disease. I am simply the corrective agent.

    Delicate Rose, you interest me. Petal on the inside, you show your thorns to deny your fragility. [ 0 ] will cease to exist, but he should be of no interest to you.

    He was of no interest to any body. Ever. Now that ~0~ have come, [~0~] will be a new man. For him, there will be no life, so no death. He wanted to feel, so I have allowed him to feel…until he simply cannot.

    November 15, 2010 at 4:03 pm

  6. Frank Rustle

    Edit: blah, blah, blah.

    I’m tired of letting you talk, Frank. Plain and simple. You were supposedly taught better than this:

    If you have nothing good to say, then don’t say anything at all!

    You’ve become a broken record, my friend. Do something about that.

    November 15, 2010 at 9:57 pm

  7. Faron

    Now, in that edit, who’s talking?

    November 18, 2010 at 4:18 am

  8. goslanen

    Oh, I’m a little hurt that you don’t recognize me, little Ravan. I have, after all, been in your head enough that you should.

    Don’t mind Frank. He’s just a bit cranky about only having half the story. If he’s smart, he’ll learn soon enough.

    November 19, 2010 at 3:30 am

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