Someone said to me that I should show them I’m bigger than the insults and criticism, that it’s my job to rise above it. That’s a hard job, and it’s not one I can do easily. I deserve to mull this stuff over don’t I? Why do other people get to have opinions, while I must erase mine?
It’s true, there’s probably one or two people writing nasty things about me, but I know those people and instead of talking to me they are trying to take me down with petty bullshit. It hurts. I care about them. I know that I can’t be every person’s friend and that I’m not going to win over everybody but let me mourn the fizzling of a friendship, the bruising of an ego. I’m human, not something that is above all of these shitty human feelings.