Eh. Whatever, bitches.

[awesomesprout]

* Note * Unless I say someone's name SPECIFICALLY all my " you " 's in this post are general. So don't get all defensive.

I'm tired of people's judgements. Tired of people's biased bullshit. Tired of dealing with anger and frustration and " Perceptions of reality ".

I'm not going to post about James or my relationship with James in my journal any longer. It's my ball of yarn to play with and I'm not going to share it any longer.

I can't tell other people what to post in their journals but I would appreciate it if you would A. Have all the facts before you post something about me or what you think I think. Or B. Just don't do it at all.

I am the only person who knows how *I* feel. If you feel that you know what I'm thinking better than I do. Hey, then change your name to Jessica McCarthy and live my life. Cuz shit. I didn't know we shared a brain.

I'm one fucking honest person and if I say something. I know I'm telling the truth. I don't care how it looked to you. I give you the facts whether you want to listen or not is your own choice.

People who talk to me, know more about me than someone who reads my journal alone. I'm VERY particular about what I put in here and it isn't my ENTIRE life. If I choose to talk about James then I choose to talk about James. If I spend 19 posts describing my cat then I do just that. It doesn't mean that it's my entire life. It's just what I choose to talk about and let you in on.

I don't EVER form my judgement on ANYONE from just their journals. If I did, I'd be one closed-minded bitch. No, I talk to people. I hang out with people. I get to know them. And then I form my opinion. I give people time to show their true selves to me.

My relationship with James is much more involved than most people know or realize. What I choose to tell people is not the ENTIRE story. It's not ALL there is to the picture. And it isn't the final word.

But no more. I've been pushed and pissed off and I don't even feel like the place I come to to vent and get advice is sacred anymore. So begin the fluff posts.

If you want to know what's going on with me. Then hey. Just fuckin ask. Don't pretend to be my long lost twin and tell me you know what I'm thinking. Cuz you don't. Only I do.

I hate being a bitch about this but even I can scratch back.

Meow.

Comments

[koga.livejournal.com]

Wow. It took someone else talking about you in a less than positive light for you to understand why I have been begging you for two months to not post about our shit in your journal, feeding the flames of drama?

Christ, if I had known it would be THAT easy...


J.

[britgeekgrrl.livejournal.com]

Is that a can of gas I see dangling in your hand?

Aw, fuckit. Nevermind.

[sproutchk.livejournal.com]

I deserve that. I'm not going to fight anymore. I've stopped. It doesn't matter how or why I stopped. I just have stopped posting about our relationship. You snapped back and that's fine. We're not even but at least you don't have to worry about being in my lj. Hope you feel better.