WEARING HATRED ON OUR MASKS.

I've never made myself to look perfect. I make mistakes and have always laid them out to the best of ability. I've admitted to every decision I've made. Sometimes late, but always honest.

I refuse to let the phantoms of 8 months ago define what I've become. I've been to funerals, bars, and basement floors, but I'm still fucking standing. Count the times this lost little girl has cried herself to sleep, and you'll reach numbers you've forgotten existed. If you don't see my better, I do, and I will not punish myself, more importantly, I will not let anybody punish me. I tell everyone the greatness, the fiasco, the love. When you go telling the world how awful of a person I am, it shows how much respect I ever held. Fucking none.

Oh, and the answer so your fucking question, No, I fucking haven't.

You're wearing a disguise and I don't know that person anymore. A ghost. A phantom.

Love can make suicide sound so cool.

DEAR FACEBOOK TIMELINE,

Hey, timeline. You're un-organized. People can see all my embarrassing moments from the past, they're supposed to work for that. Your boxes don't even line up. My eyes don't know where to look. You probably have no friends. Everyone probably hates you. When you show up to a party, people say, "Fuck, Timeline's here. I'm out.". You probably have a messy room, with a mess that's not even cool. It's probably just receipts and wrappers from un-cool things. You probably listen to Nickelback.

NERVE HITTIN'.

When you put something on the internet, you're fully putting your entire self out there. I knew that when I started blogging nine years ago. I KNOW my stories, my words, my life, is here. It's right here. I understand, that with that, comes hate. I understand that people will rag on me with their opinions, their experiences, and their differences. I've never doubted that these types of things would follow my words. It's expected. It's not just ME who makes up me. Every single person I have ever met has contributed to build the person I have become. Both good attributes and bad.. and it is only MY decision to take those things and apply them in an honorable manner that helps me to grow.

Sorry ass comments and mail are always coming in. Some days more than others, and I'm sorry I don't respond to every single one. I know you all want my attention so bad, but y'all say the same shit over and over again, it's almost physically impossible to write the same response over and over. I mean, I suppose I could copy and paste this for every bad thing said to me. Ha.

IN ALL HONESTY THOUGH, if you hated me so much, you wouldn't be here every day. You're kind of addicted. So I think it's time you re-evaluate yourself and your bull shit words before you type something to me.

Aw, did I hit a nerve?

Xoxo, and of course, fuck you.

OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.

As much as I thoroughly enjoy hate comments and emails, I've been getting a lot more as of late. The funny thing about the internet is that there's so much of it! You'd think that if all these trick ass wannabe internet thugs hated me so much, they'd take the time to click off to another website.. Instead of taking the time to write me emails or comments about how much they despise me. I mean, really, if that truly were the case, wouldn't you just avoid everything Botch? Nah, though. You're still here, still reading, still throwing me another hit. Oooooorrrr.. Maybe yall just mad 'cause I haven't blogged in a minute. Cute! You miss me!

Fuck off with that hate shit, man.

I'm just saying.