KISS MY ASS
I’m done; I’m going back to BITCH central I don’t care if my links drop to zero. Technorati is shit and only MORONS take it seriously anyway.
I’m sick of pretending I like people, to what fit in with a bunch of ass fucks who only care about themselves and whose fifteen minutes of online fame ain’t gonna last much longer and to be honest guess what I CAN’T STAND YOU. I go out of my way to help my fellow bloggers but except for ONE couple everyone else I’ve asked for help with my blog [cept for headers] has in some way shape or form asked for money. Is that what friends do?
I’m sick of the fact that for the last almost YEAR I’ve been sitting on secrets that COULD destroy ‘some people’s’ relationships and lives to put it bluntly yet I’M the one viewed as the gossip and the one with issues.
I’m sick of the fact that because Adam and I DID THE RIGHT THING and took a women who myself, Adam, my shrink and people around us advised us was having a manic break into child services last year that people are apparently ‘scared’ of what I’m capable of. Well, what I’ve ALWAYS been capable of is doing the right thing.
I’m sick of people who SAY they are my friends but are you? Do friends tell friends EVERYTHING they need to do to get ready for a certain conference and tell another NOTHING.
It appears so.
The people I’ve met since I started to venture out for Guitar Hero and Rock Band parties rule, I only wish I’d had have met these people first so I would have known how much time I was wasting trying to be friends with people who are only out for themselves and are NOT supportive. Aside from the people who will KNOW I’m not talking about them because I’ve talked to them about feeling this way.
I’m not like some people, and I won’t move my blog. I won’t start over and pretend to hide so I can pretend I have stalkers. I have paid the consequences, sue me for missing Z and wanting to see photos of her.
I’ve wasted SO MUCH TIME trying to fit in I lost what this blog was started for, I’ve lost contact with TOO many outside of Vancouver Bloggers that have been here since day one and I’m done, they mean more to me. I just can not sit here and pretend that everything is A OK out there when it isn’t.
I’ve also watched my distinct writing style ripped off while ’someone’s’ blog has soared, I don’t think I’ve ever even gotten a thank you for ANYTHING out of this person, yet they sure know how to take.
I just don’t fucking care anymore. Ok well that is a lie, I do care, I’m just done letting it affect me, the AWESOME people we have met know who they are, the rest of you have failed me and I’m done with you. I’m actually appalled at myself for putting up with your shit, lies, and shallowness for so long.
Sometimes things happen and they can’t be let go or gotten over, I’d have been more than willing to let EVERYTHING go if I hadn’t been excommunicated from everything ‘girls anything’ since ‘we did what we did’. Anyone who knows us KNOWS what we went through, knows we did the right thing, it is just so sad that some of you may as well still be in fucking high school when it comes to saying you accept someone and actually accepting them.
Oh yes ’she’ will have her stalkers all over this in about two seconds and even though this is giving her exactly what she wants. She didn’t do as much damage to my life as she’d like to think she did she basically just opened up my eyes to all the bullshitters’.
Bye, bye posed photos and fake party scene. Hello, REAL FRIENDS!
