I started writing this post. Then I decided to sleep on it. Then I decided I wasn’t going to post it.
Now, I have decided to re-read it, delete it, re-type it.. and post it before I go to bed or have time to think it over.
This post originally started after I had a bad day and I was so fed up with dramatic bullshit. I was angry. Very angry.
There are many times in my life that I feel like people try to walk all over me. I’m sick of it. I am not going to kiss your ass just because you want to talk shit about me, sometimes to me and then you want to be my friend. I don’t kiss anyone’s ass, ever. I don’t put up with bitches. However, I’m pretty sick of people thinking I will.
People assume I’m shy when I meet them. Either shy or a bitch. The truth is, I don’t open up to people. At all. If something is wrong, I typically won’t say. I don’t tell people about my past because I don’t want sympathy. I don’t want people to treat me differently because they know things I’ve dealt with. I just haven’t had many people in my life that I could trust. I’ve learned to be a good judge of character. I’ve also learned not to put it all on the table because I don’t think my life should concern certain people. I don’t understand why that should even matter. Sometimes I wish that I was able to surround myself with people I felt comfortable around. I wish that there were more people out there who were truly good people.
I have a great family and a great man in my life. I’m so grateful for that.
I don’t feel that I need anyone else in order for me to be happy.
I’m sick of people wondering why I don’t care to talk to them.
I’m sick of people judging me because I don’t open up to them.
I’m sick of being treated like shit.
I’m starting to regret deleting my other post.
I’m sorry for my rant. Sometimes it just has to happen.