I am totally over friggin' Honesty Box, you guys

So, remember when everyone thought Honesty Box was a great idea? Remember when you wished that the person you hated would totally get Honesty Box?

For those of you who weren't on the internet at Honesty Box's inception, it's an app on Facebook that is supposed to let people tell you what they think of you, without you knowing who they are. It's a favorite tool of stalkers everywhere, and a good excuse for depressed teenagers to cry inconsolably through their thick eyeliner over their keyboards late at night because "he" or "she" hasn't responded or maybe "he" or "she" has and said something terrible or what EVER. The point is it's basically stupid and I shouldn't have added it.

I gave it a shot to give it a shot, but put in questions like "Don't you like the mounties?" and "Would you marry me?" because really what's the point of "What do you think of me?" (their standard suggestion). After awhile I basically didn't care because I PAY for therapy Facebook, I don't need your app to increase my self-awareness because I already have some - last time I checked with me, we both agreed that I AM FRIGGIN' AWESOME AND YOUR APP SUCKS.

The point is that today I log into Facebook and there's a notification that I have a new Honesty Box comment, I'm usually amused by these, and it's the only time I look at the application really. A lot of people just posted "YES" to the question "Would you marry me?" which wasn't very interesting but once someone claimed to be a bald man outside my window and that had me laughing for days. Today, I got this comment in response to the question "Would you marry me?":

"needs to grow up, and stop talking like a ditz. it really gives me a headache sometimes. especially those "s"es they just strike some nerves"

...I'm sorry? Was that me you were speaking to, or were you thinking of some other Heather? I was pretty sure I didn't talk "like a ditz" except for the fact that I pursue a slightly religious ironic use of internet slang in my real life and say "friggin'" and "you guys" a lot because let's be honest I've been reading Dinosaur Comics for years. And let's be clear: the headache you have now is not a headache. A headache is the headache you'll have when I find out who you ARE and do my banshee-scream at you! (Side note: I have an excellent banshee-scream, Mom can tell you about it 'cause I do it at work sometimes when I'm losing my mind). And what's that about my "'s'es?" I've been known to have extremely precise diction even when extremely drunk, so I don't know what fault you could possibly have with my pronunciation of the letter S.

The point is that I'm totally deleting Honesty Box because the world could not be full of more stupid people. But if I really talk like a ditz, you should probably tell me because I don't really like sounding stupid ever? I don't think I do though. But tell me if I do.

*sigh* It was this kind of insecurity that made me add the damn thing in the first place. SCREW YOU, HONESTY BOX, FOR PLAYING ON MY HUMANITY.