Dear people that use the Honesty Box and other anonymous apps:

Honesty box = anonymous. Anonymous APPARENTLY = being a GIANT pussy behind the safety of your computer monitor.

I know idiots abuse the fuck out of anonymous apps. But seriously, where do people get the audacity to tell me off AFTER I posted a long ass note explaining what's been going on and answering a lot of questions that have been thrown at me recently? They might as well have told me to go fuck myself when my grandmother passed away. What the hell did that note do to hurt anyone's feelings? And when did I EVER say my life was worse than worse than yours? Seriously, tell me when I said that and I will make an apology.

You don't have to tell me I have a job. I KNOW THAT. You don't have to tell me I go to school. DUH. You don't have to tell me I have friends. REALLY? I only talk to those awesome people EVERY DAY. Maybe you'd have a job if you weren't a lazy piece of shit. And maybe you'd have friends if you weren't such a bipolar jackass that can barely accept even the most basic concepts of reality.

I think when I get in a wreck, I fret over my mother's life, get screwed over by the university, etc. that I have all the right in the world to complain. Don't tell me life could be worse. I already know that. But I do think that by this point life could lighten up a little fucking bit. No one made you read my nagging. You did that all on your own. I'm surprised you assholes could even read what I typed, considering you guys have some of the most god awful spelling and grammar skills known to man.

The point of that note was to explain why I'm losing my mind and why I've been so distant from everyone. People want details, and I will provide as much as I'm comfortable elaborating on. But don't you dare read my note and call me a "stupid idiot" for getting upset over that shit. Last I checked, my grades, financial status, and the safety of those I care about is just a wee bit important. Or, better yet, not reading the note at all and calling me "selfish." I'm sorry, I didn't know worrying about my mother was selfish. Pssh, what was I thinking?

Oh, and don't pull that whole, "My comment wasn't meant to sound rude" shit. When you start off your comment by saying, "You stupid bitch" (among other stuff) that KIND OF comes across as rude. Just a little bit. You guys don't even know the half of the crap I've been dealing with. Only one person on this site knows EVERYTHING. I spoke with her not too long ago.

But in truth I know EXACTLY who left the shit comments. What little decency I have has kept me from plastering their names all over FB so my REAL friends can give them all sorts of hell. If you don't like my bitching then there is a simple solution: REMOVE ME FROM YOUR FRIENDS LIST! Gasp! REALLY? It's THAT easy?! You bet your sorry STD infested ass it is!

Also, on a sort of unrelated note: A lot of people like my daily rants (obviously the previous note was ment to be taken SERIOUSLY, but people whine and bitch about my mini rants as well). Mainly those in regards to idiot college students and clients at work. I post most of those stories as a form of stress relief, and to get a chuckle out of someone. Some people are actually AMUSED by my potty mouth language, and rude character descriptions. I don't post that shit to hurt anyone's feelings, although I don't know how the hell that is even possible. I actually had a good number of people message me recently asking why I haven't posted any more work related stories. They said it had become a treat to read my rantings, and it always made the laugh and feel better. What's the harm in that?
Oh, and the answer: I cut back on my work hours to focus on all the projects that have been recently thrown at me. Most of the crazy stuff happens in the morning or around lunch time. I've been going in late in the afternoon.

TL;DR: My note in regards to current stresses that explain why I've been so distant = I'm a "selfish fuck" that's out to bitch about how my life is worse than yours. Plus I "shouldn't be allowed to complain."
(...Really? Someone needs to get the fuck off the internet if they can't stand anyone's bitching or complaining.)

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Thanks to everyone that has given me words of encouragement and have busted their asses to cheer me up. I know it doesn't show how much I appreciate it, but I really do, more than anyone will ever know. <3 I know my friends are incredible. I don't need some jealous fucktard to tell me that. But I'm just going to be in a horrid, rotten mood for a little while. I'll feel a shit ton better as soon as finals are over in December. But until then I can't escape the stressful shit that will be thrown my way. Thanks to everyone that puts up with me. You guys have the patience of Buddha. <3