Oh yeah, and eat it

While I'm thinking about it, and am in a horrible mood, I hate it when people have the nerve to tell me what I can and can't post on the Internet.  I don't post horrible rape scenes or nude photos.  I post things that mean something to me.  I post things that inspire me.  I post things so I don't forget something I saw.  I don't post things to piss people off.  If you don't like what I do, then don't follow me.

I've learned this a long time ago.  I have a friend who I love dearly.  She has a habit of tweeting about things that are not among my interests at times that never seemed appropriate for me. I also followed her on my phone. I would be have an intimate moment, and my phone would go off.  I'd be in the middle of an argument, and my phone would go off.  I was trying to sleep, and my phone would go off.  I hold no ill will towards this friend, however, I was getting so irritated by these tweets.  Instead of getting mad about it, I chose to no longer follow her on my phone.  I still follow her on Twitter. 

I see no harm in this.  I'm also not a good person.  So now that I got that bit of my chest, I feel like I can use the Internet more freely now. 

Also, here is a picture of me being lonely.  BTW, I just a good chunk of my hair off.  Enjoy!

Lonely

I haven't posted a blog in a year.  I haven't felt inspired.  Have you ever felt that?  You do something you want to do, and because no one pays any fucking attention to it, you just feel like it's no use?  That's me, obviously.

I'm alone on a Saturday night.  I don't have anyone to hang out with.  I said good-bye to them.  Correction, I felt I needed to drift away slowly as to not hurt a friendship, and my friends apparently felt offended by it (after months of offending me personally).  Fuck them.  I don't need shit like that.  I'm a 23 year old woman.  I don't need people in my life that bring me down.

But then again, everything brings me down.

I bring me down.
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Down to the ground.