My side of "the story"

I am a weak person. I can not handle all of my life's shit and other people's. I can not handle my life's shit without complaining a little bit. Therefore I am weak in the eyes of society. I accept this. I have no quarrel with myself about being weak, for though I may be weak in some aspects but I am strong in that I can get through almost anything.

And then there was this week. This has been the crappiest normal week of life. By normal week I mean that no one has died, been hospitalized or crushed my heart. So I have been bitchy. We all know I am blunt. And guess what! Though I am a pretty good actor, I can not lie very well. I do not really care too.  I don't see the point in pretending to feel or in hiding what you do. I will tell you how I feel and if don't and you want to know then ask.

So people get hurt when they are around me. But I get hurt too and I lose many friends. But then again that is life. And I am sorry for all the pain I cause but suck it up. If you don't want me to hurt you, then leave.

On a more positive note: CAT~