I have changed drastically over the years. I have always been extremely short-tempered but having a blog was my outlet to allow myself to get my thoughts out of this personal prison that is my brain… exorcise my frustrations without completely taking them out on other people. But who am I kidding? The truth of the matter is that people frustrate the hell out of me. I find most people to be complete idiots. I despise having conversations with people about things they really haven’t any knowledge about. I’m not too fond of feeling like I have to be extremely nice to people who I think are complete and utter cunts. Why do I have to be politically correct? Why do I have to be polite to people who don’t deserve it? I went through a period of my life where I thought something was mentally wrong with me because of the things I thought about daily. I’d often spat those thoughts right out of my mouth. Now don’t get me wrong, some things have to be sugarcoated because no matter how much I don’t like it, some shit is just the right thing to do. But I’m tired of trying to be this humbled little pixie-type of person when that was never my personality.
I’m finding myself slowly going back to the person I use to be, saying what’s on my mind and if it just wasn’t acceptable in any way, not saying anything at all. FUCK sugarcoating shit all of the time. FUCK trying to be this ideal person society thinks I should be because I’ve been told it produces better results. The truth of the matter is, for me, it really doesn’t. I’m finding people taking advantage of my kindness more than ever and I’m sure you’ve heard of the term “Kill them with kindness,” or something along those lines — bullshit is what it is.
I’m going back to my old ways… treating people how they treat me and saying exactly how I feel.