A letter to those I won't speak to
Dear Bitches, Hoes, Jackasses, SoBs, and assorted assholes,
I know I'm not the best at using the internet for communication, so stop criticizing me for it, I can only do the best I can and I'm getting better at it god damnit. Furthermore those who solely use the internet for communication are not actually communicating, they're simply typing in place of talking, where it is far easier to criticize others lives instead of accusing them to their faces that are inaccessible online. Oh wait, I forgot you're the kind of people that don't talk to others' face, rather you put up a false front and then stab in the back.
I'd rather have someone stab me in the front, than stab me in the back, my back's getting pretty sore with all the knifes sticking in it. You have a problem with me tell it to my face and I'd respect you for it. It would also help me get better and actually teach me that there are areas where I need to work on.
While I'm at it, Fuck you. Fuck you very much actually. So I've been distant for the past 3-4 months. And frankly I think there's a damn good reason for it, what with seeing my grandmother have a heart attack, being confined to a hospital bed, praying in front of me for death, and of course her demise mixed with her funeral, cousins that have stolen and are now suing the estate, and my new responsibility of taking care of her home and many of her affairs.
So Yeah, I think I have a fucking good reason for being distant, I've been going through a mind field of HELL and some mother fucking traumatic events. If you can't fucking understand that, or get off your fucking high horse to see I've been going thru some tough shit then I don't really want to know you.
So feel free to call me a friend, I know you more than you know me. I'm still going through shit, and instead of supporting me through this, you'd prefer to cut me down to shreds.
You all seem so TOXIC to me, infecting me with feelings of inadequacy, regret, and simply tearing me down. For fuck's sake with friends like you people who needs enemies? Seriously.
You waste my time, which is apparently more precious than your's because I refuse to spend more than 2 hours a day staring at a computer screen going through emails and dwindling my day away on Facebook.
As I've always said, if you have a problem with me, tell it to my face. If I offend or have offended you fuckin let me know, chances are it wasn't on purpose. I do after all have problems relating to social awkwardness as many feel the need to constantly point out. Not to mention my perpetual foot in mouth disease which occasionally prevents me from formulating the exact right thing to say 24 hours a day.
So in conclusion, Fuck all you bitches. Fuck all you Hoes. Fuck all you Jackasses. Fuck all you Sons of Bitches. And Fuck all you other assorted Assholes I don't have time to list. If you're all that much better than me in your ivory towers you won't mind me pissing on you metaphorically while I'm attempting to tear your castles down like Babylon's failed pillar to heaven.
Fuck you
~ D.W. Harris