Self reflection could be a hazerdous thing. Perhaps.

I don’t think I bother myself so much with who I am, but I have to admit, it bothers me when people write me off without actually understanding me. I have warped thinking processes, yeah. You just have to understand it to understand me.

Yes, I’m cynical. Yes, I’m bitchy. Yeah, I know I really come off as harsh and anti-social 95% of the time. I’m really not though, you’ve just got to understand where I’m coming from.

I am, as a whole, fed up with people. I have been for a very long time, I think. I’m just tired of the petty bullshit. I’m tired of everyone up in everyone else’s business. I’m just fucking tired of people as a whole.

No, I don’t care about stupid little problems. Yes, I will tell you that it’s stupid and petty. But you know something, if you come at me with a real problem, I’ll sit down, listen and try to help. Normally though, I just don’t care. Call it a product of my life if you wish. Of course, anyone who writes me off (which most seem to have) doesn’t know about everything that makes me who I am. They don’t even know a fraction of it.

I’d let them in though, if they wanted. I don’t hide things about my past, but I don’t shout my life story to the rooftops either. People only see what they want to see. They don’t look at the things that factor into how someone is. They don’t care to see the events that have made me bitter, cynical, and generally a bitch.

It’s okay though. I have a handful of people who have. You guys know who you are. And honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve been there through the rough shit, you’ve taken the time to know me, the real me, not just what’s on the surface. And that, my friends, is saying something.