After yet another round of he said/she said, I've (yet again) re-evaluated the people that I call friends. Yes, some people have got to go. So I will speak my peace in this blog and I am cutting the cord.
I'm a bitch. I'm fully aware of this fact and it doesn't bother me. But lately I've been introduced to a completely different breed of bitch that I've never dealt with before. I guess I mean that I've never given time enough to put up with before. They're catty, two-faced bitches (apparently both male and female) that will smile at you and tell you they're looking out for your best interest when in fact, they're watching for you to fuck up with their best-interest in mind. Like the little yippy dogs people carry in their purses. All bark.
I think that these people have mistaken my kindness for weakness. Well, please mind my indifference because you really don't mean a damn thing to me anymore. You and your over-inflated egos seemed to have misunderstood me. I don't hate you. I don't care enough about you to hate you. If ignorance is bliss, you people must be the happiest morons in the entire world. Don't try to rattle me and ruin me because you're unhappy with yourselves. I refuse to feel guilty and lose what I have because I don't live up to your precious standards. I don't mind not being liked, I actually prefer it when dealing with people like you. Unless you prove to me that you are worth my respect, I don't give a shit what you think of me. I respect people who produce and appreciate their own self-worth and who do not rely on their ability to tear others down to boost their own non-existent self-esteem. It took me a long time to find out that I liked myself and it's going to take a hell of a lot longer for you jackasses to convince me any differently. My life is good, and I won't compromise on what is important to me. If you threaten that, you become less than nothing to me. If I wanted fake, plastic friends I'd collect Barbie dolls. If you are pretending to be someone or something that you are not, please save us both the time and do not approach me. I understand that you want to ruin my life because you are unhappy with yours. This DOES NOT mean that I will let you or that I won't show you the equivalent to the wrath of God if you still feel the need to try. I'm not looking for a fight but if you make the decision to present me with one, I will more than happily beat you into the ground. I would really enjoy knocking all of you senseless but it seems that someone has already done it for me. If you don't like me for fighting my own battles, being my own person, knowing and fighting for what I want - then so be it. I'm not going to pretend to be nicer or someone that I am not to make myself more pleasing to you. If you can't handle straightforward honesty, then that's your problem and you can keep it. I'm about as tactful as a bull in a china shop when you've pushed me to this point. I'm done caring if your fragile egos can be crushed under the weight of mere words. I'm ready to speak my mind. If I thought I needed to remain silent about all of this, I'd sew my own damned lips closed. I am not going to repress any part of my being to accommodate you. Only dead fish swim with the stream so go to hell. Whine and cry me a river so you can drown yourselves in it. I'm not here to please everyone. If what I do offends you, either have it out with me or MIND YOUR OWN DAMNED BUSINESS! I'm not interested in liabilities. If you have nothing positive to bring to my life, you will not be in it. Welcome to my breed of bitch.
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