I have had a really bad past couple of days. I have had to deal with constant hunger, headaches, and bitchy friends who don't really give a damn about me (but for certain reasons pretend they do). So, here is a warning: I am about to vent out some emotions here. If you don't wanna read it, don't. Like I said, you've been warned.


First off, I am sick and tired of all of the holier than tho people who are running around like they are god's gift or something. I know I'm not perfect, I don't need a daily reminder of what I lack in my life. I'm tired of my relatives deciding that they have the right to dig into my business just because we happen to share SOME DNA. That doesn't, and never will, give you the right to tell me what to do, how to do it, and why I should do it. Get over it! I am not you, I am my own person and make my own decisions. If you can't at least PRETEND to be supportive, I don't wanna hear it.

Second, since when did become ok to constantly belittle Michael? I am aware that he isn't the typical guy. If he was, I never would have married him. Yes, he is effeminate at times. Yes, he has a higher than normal voice. That doesn't mean that he is gay, or that he is using me to keep a roof over his head. So, to all of his so called friends who decide that it is fun to pick on him for being who he is, fuck off ok? Or I get to be mean and petty and hurtful to you until you cry and leave the state.

Third, you people really need to stop staring at me when I leave the house. You are eventually gonna give me a complex or something. I don't need stares and laughter and whispers to let me know that I am fatter than the average person. I don't need you to point or call a friend over, or whatever, when I am grocery shopping FOR MY FAMILY, and say that I shouldn't be buying any food for a couple of weeks. How exactly did your mother and father raise you? To openly mock people, or to realize that everyone is different. Pardon me for not vomiting every time I eat so that I can look like the airbrushed models on the cover of Playboy and Hustler. I'm so sorry that I like food. I like cooking it, preparing it, shopping for it, and eating it. I get it enough from my sister (behind my back of course, wuss) and my nephews. I don't need it from you.

Fifth, I no longer have any time for negative people in my life. I refuse to be brought down to your level. I'm sorry your life didn't turn out the way that you wanted. That sucks, it really does. However, that doesn't give you the right to criticize me and mine. If you aren't happy with the way your life is, try to change it. Don't ask for advice if you won't even listen to it. I'm tired of it. Change the way things are or shut up. I know that my life isn't perfect, but at least I'm trying to change. Your aren't. You just like to bitch and moan and complain.

Well, I do feel a little better. Not as angry anymore.

And please, no one ask for names........ you might not like what you hear.......