That’s often said, over and over by people who a.) are full of shit and can’t focus on anything except the people they deem ‘haters’ or b.) are assholes. In my case, it’s neither. It’s really true when I say it, but it’s often misconstrued. I would much rather people like me than not, but if they don’t, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest.

I hope you like me - I actually hope you love me. I think I’m pretty nice, I think I’m pretty easy to get along with, no wait - that’s bullshit, I am so not, but I AM honest and kind. I am not someone that goes out of my way to offend or annoy, I’m pretty cordial on my good days. But, if you don’t like me, and you don’t have good reason, you can choke on a dick if you think I give two shits about it.

Am I making any sense?

• I’ve lived one hell of a life, thus far.
• I realized that today, writing.
• I wrote more today than I have in weeks.
• I should have been doing my psych homework.
• I received 4 emails today about my writing, all positive, all made me smile.
• I’m busy! I work (writing. and tweeting too.), I raise two kiddos alone, I’m in school full time, I maintain my status as most awesomest girlfriend in the world, and I still make time for myself [meaning tumblr].
• Google Calendar saves my life, every day.