How people just track into my house and don’t even say hello.
Guess? That’s how the world is these days. Trolling is the new pass time?
Well? My contents not all warm and fuzzy anyway? But I’ve had to get used to it.
Funny. And yet not. How everyone just wants to feel good? And yet if someone they know feels bad? Oh no. We can’t deal with that?
And I’ve had to deal with unhappy people my whole life. My Mama? Wasn’t happy about me? So? She’s gave me away? My A Mama wasn’t happy without child? So she adopted me after my Mama didn’t want me. Did anyone wonder if I was completely happy with this arrangement? No. Hell no. Suck it up girl! That’s what I get.
Growing up like this is weird. It’s like watching a bunch of spoiled brats who never seem satisfied. And when you finally blow your top? They all are like, “what’s up with her?”
Like? They think I haven’t been sucking it up since day one? And have finally just had enough! Bullshit.
60 people tracking through here? Not one thing said? Priceless. I must be a ghost? Maybe I am? Last time I checked I have a pulse? To rough. Not rough enough. To silly? Not silly enough? To serious. Not serious enough? To honest? Not honest enough? Hmmm?
Interesting. Tells me a lot. About how people have issues with facing things. People come to me all the time to talk to me about there issues. And I am the one person they can go to. Unlike many of the rest of the population who are just looking for a sugar fix.