A Rambling Pile of Shite.

When you post a rambling pile of shite on your blog you never expect it to be anything more than a rambling pile of shite. That's all I ever wanted it to be anyway. Definitely not a window into my existence, or a mighty confession or an outlet for someone to appease their frustrated lifestyle.

So the conclusion of the day is that: Either blogs are fucking stupid, or people are fucking stupid. I'm banking on the latter, but because I have to hold some sort of decency through this whole mess, I will push my anger towards the former.

Fucking blogs.

I'm so embarrased.
Maybe there might have been a time where it was acceptable for him to see the diddums side of me, but now was definitely not it.
I can't possibly express how small I feel. I have no problem with wearing my heart on my sleeve, but a giant, flashing neon one, beckoning all from far and wide to read into my very fragile emotions is a little too much of an advertisement. Especially when you have to stare these people in the face every day.

There's absolutely no dignity left in me. I feel like a public execution. The evil stigma that wasn't there exploded like a twenty-five ton nuclear bomb.

So now I'm not entirely sure what I've lost. I think he thinks I'm insane, and I honestly can't fault him for that. He walked into all the overbearing and absolutely asinine fears of a twenty-three-year old female and he never should have. EVER. But I understand why he did and I at least hope he found it flattering, because DAMN, that was a flattering post.
I should probably take down this blog completely, but unfortunately, it is the one thing that levels my mind on most days.

Meddling is the work of Satan. Masturbate all you want, meddling is what kills the kittens.