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Dear Anonymous,
I am sick and tired of worrying about what other people think of me. I should just live my life and if someone has a problem with it, well then they don't have to be in my life now do they? I've come to realize that people act differently then they feel. If you have a problem of any kind with me please respect me enough to say it to my face. There's no need for fragile stickers. Stop worrying about hurting my feelings. Stop worrying about how I feel. It's none of your fucking business...at least not anymore. I'd like to think I'm a pretty strong person who has been very mature in this extremely fucked up situation, so please don't baby me. Although I sound very abrasive and pissed off right now, in reality, all my sandcastles spend their time collapsing. I'm a fucking mess. But you can't know that...no, you can't know that. Don't pretend to be something you're not. Don't pretend to be friends with someone who you really can't stand. Don't fuck with people like that. Why don't you just go live your life and I'll live mine, and if they happen to intertwine, then they do. There's nothing anyone can do about that. So let's be all sunshine and puppy dogs, all the while wondering if someone is dying on the inside. No one will ever know, will they? I don't dare say anything. No one will see it coming and no one will understand it once it's gone. Life has a crappy way of creating and prolonging pain, doesn't it? It's so devious and manipulative, pain is. Pain laughs in the face of the weak, and it doesn't stop even if you convince other's you're strong. Pain still finds you, it seeks you out in the dark. There, it holds on for dear life.
-me
I am sick and tired of worrying about what other people think of me. I should just live my life and if someone has a problem with it, well then they don't have to be in my life now do they? I've come to realize that people act differently then they feel. If you have a problem of any kind with me please respect me enough to say it to my face. There's no need for fragile stickers. Stop worrying about hurting my feelings. Stop worrying about how I feel. It's none of your fucking business...at least not anymore. I'd like to think I'm a pretty strong person who has been very mature in this extremely fucked up situation, so please don't baby me. Although I sound very abrasive and pissed off right now, in reality, all my sandcastles spend their time collapsing. I'm a fucking mess. But you can't know that...no, you can't know that. Don't pretend to be something you're not. Don't pretend to be friends with someone who you really can't stand. Don't fuck with people like that. Why don't you just go live your life and I'll live mine, and if they happen to intertwine, then they do. There's nothing anyone can do about that. So let's be all sunshine and puppy dogs, all the while wondering if someone is dying on the inside. No one will ever know, will they? I don't dare say anything. No one will see it coming and no one will understand it once it's gone. Life has a crappy way of creating and prolonging pain, doesn't it? It's so devious and manipulative, pain is. Pain laughs in the face of the weak, and it doesn't stop even if you convince other's you're strong. Pain still finds you, it seeks you out in the dark. There, it holds on for dear life.
-me