I’m just throwing out finality. I need closure. So, for closure, I’m going to write this.
I’m done. I don’t need people to judge me and the way I live. I don’t need criticism. I don’t need bullshit about what I do, say, or things I think or feel. If you have an opinion- great. Keep it to yourself. I’m not a hoarder. I don’t keep every opinion everyone has ever had of me. They’re about as useful as assholes. Everyone has one, I don’t need to see it.
What’s more, if you don’t have anything positive to contribute you aren’t actually contributing. Just shut up. Don’t say anything. You’re just trying to destroy what little good I can manage to scrape up for myself. I’ll never understand how my family is so pompous and stuck up that they think they can throw their two cents in about everything and anything at any given moment. It’s completely asinine. I don’t care how you feel about my life. It’s my life, not yours. I’m living my life as I choose. If you are displeased, you can kindly go fuck yourself several times over. That, or just kill me and resume living my life in my stead. Either way, I don’t care anymore, I’m simply done.
It’s ironic, too. My mother was always the first one in my family to throw out trash about the family. She was always the first to throw stones. Any time someone was smoking crack, catching sexually transmitted diseases, drinking while pregnant, or pregnant before 16- it was my mother who was telling me and talking about how horrible that family member was. Then she would hug and kiss that family member as though she had nothing bad to say about them. What a horrible backstabber. I never understood that. If you have something awful to say about someone, say it to their face. My mother was always a coward. She always said things behind family’s backs. Never to their faces. I use her as an example of how not to live.
There. I guess that’s my rant for the week. Take it as you will. I’m done.