to whom it may concern
I can't really believe that I have to do this but to the people that are apparently reading my journal and freaking out about things that it says? Well, there's an easy way out of that. One simple enough that I'm sure both of you can figure out.
I'm not going to apologize, it's my journal. What's the point of a journal if not for my own private rants and raves? I can understand being upset that I besmirched either of your characters' but I will point out it was locked and was meant only to be seen by trusted people. And that anyone reading something like that knows it's my feelings and they might be a bit exaggerated in the heat of being pissed off. Not that I think a single word in either one was incorrect or overstated, but I'm sure a reader is smart enough to know that they could be. They're deleted now, but nothing about either of them should've caused such a BFD. And I'm not in the slightest bit sorry. The only thing I am a bit sorry about is having people on my list that I clearly can't trust. That will be rectified, though I am frustrated that I'll have to sweep a few people just to be sure. That's not fair to them or to me.
You can say all you want that I'm a pathetic loser for wasting any time posting about this shit but I get upset about something and I write about it. Writing is my coping mechanism and with all the substances or destructive things I could be doing instead, it's a damn healthy one. It's not as if it was post after post on the subject. Two situations came up, they were both frustrating, I wrote about them and immediately forgot about them.
It's hard not to reply to the one of you who deigned to message me. You're not a drug addict because you went 6 months without anything? Which, despite what you think, is something I have done myself. I went away last year to take care of myself, as all my friends know, and I've been a lot better since. What I don’t do is hold on to an insignificant amount of time like half a year as if it proves something. You think it's amazing that I took ten minutes to write a blog post but ignore that it made you guys freak out for quite literally, what, 4 hours last night? You bring up Gender Reassignment Surgery and tell me it's not as important as the starving children. Well please, tell me what you did for the starving children today? Injustice does not work on a sliding scale.
I'm not “angry because [I'm] all alone, and [I] know [I] always will be.” but if there are any two people who's opinion I care less about in relation to my love life, you're looking at 'em. What I don't make the mistake of doing these days is latching onto people who don't deserve it. I'm strong enough to be alone when it's better for me. And lucky me, something I never, ever feel is lonely. I'm damn proud of my life. How 'bout you?
You can say all you want that I'm just so sad for writing a couple private paragraphs. But I'd hope that you're both capable of looking at yourself and thinking about the fact that you went on someone else's account, looked me up, then read through about twenty entries to find stuff about yourself. You actually went looking for it. And then one of you e-mailed me about it and you guys blew up my phone with the spazzy drama. On a Friday night. While I was busy having a party and hanging out with my friends.
So, feel free to tell me who the loser in this situation is. I don't even have to worry for one second that it might be me.
- Tam
I'm not going to apologize, it's my journal. What's the point of a journal if not for my own private rants and raves? I can understand being upset that I besmirched either of your characters' but I will point out it was locked and was meant only to be seen by trusted people. And that anyone reading something like that knows it's my feelings and they might be a bit exaggerated in the heat of being pissed off. Not that I think a single word in either one was incorrect or overstated, but I'm sure a reader is smart enough to know that they could be. They're deleted now, but nothing about either of them should've caused such a BFD. And I'm not in the slightest bit sorry. The only thing I am a bit sorry about is having people on my list that I clearly can't trust. That will be rectified, though I am frustrated that I'll have to sweep a few people just to be sure. That's not fair to them or to me.
You can say all you want that I'm a pathetic loser for wasting any time posting about this shit but I get upset about something and I write about it. Writing is my coping mechanism and with all the substances or destructive things I could be doing instead, it's a damn healthy one. It's not as if it was post after post on the subject. Two situations came up, they were both frustrating, I wrote about them and immediately forgot about them.
It's hard not to reply to the one of you who deigned to message me. You're not a drug addict because you went 6 months without anything? Which, despite what you think, is something I have done myself. I went away last year to take care of myself, as all my friends know, and I've been a lot better since. What I don’t do is hold on to an insignificant amount of time like half a year as if it proves something. You think it's amazing that I took ten minutes to write a blog post but ignore that it made you guys freak out for quite literally, what, 4 hours last night? You bring up Gender Reassignment Surgery and tell me it's not as important as the starving children. Well please, tell me what you did for the starving children today? Injustice does not work on a sliding scale.
I'm not “angry because [I'm] all alone, and [I] know [I] always will be.” but if there are any two people who's opinion I care less about in relation to my love life, you're looking at 'em. What I don't make the mistake of doing these days is latching onto people who don't deserve it. I'm strong enough to be alone when it's better for me. And lucky me, something I never, ever feel is lonely. I'm damn proud of my life. How 'bout you?
You can say all you want that I'm just so sad for writing a couple private paragraphs. But I'd hope that you're both capable of looking at yourself and thinking about the fact that you went on someone else's account, looked me up, then read through about twenty entries to find stuff about yourself. You actually went looking for it. And then one of you e-mailed me about it and you guys blew up my phone with the spazzy drama. On a Friday night. While I was busy having a party and hanging out with my friends.
So, feel free to tell me who the loser in this situation is. I don't even have to worry for one second that it might be me.
- Tam