The critics
One thing I noticed about my visitors how is they really remember and use every written word on my site against me when they feel it is a good thing to bring up in an argument. My lovely visitors, if you think it will make me feel bad or you think it is your way of feeling some weird form of satisfaction to insult me, then you are wrong! Wrong, very wrong. I will just delete your comments or maybe block you if I felt it is a repetitive way of you communicating with me, and I will just laugh hysterically at your assumptions and silly accusations.
How many times do I have to explain that blogs don’t portray the person as a whole, but just a part of them they want to share with others. Some days I am moody, sad, depressed, angry, but that’s the reason people come back to my site. It is amusing and it is pretty much why I made this blog. I wanted to find a place to express that part of me that I find annoying and I want to just get all these thoughts out of my head.
Honestly, blogging is a therapy tool if you want it to be, and the audience are free therapists.
However, some bloggers don’t appreciate constant criticism and trash talk insulting them. It is not funny and honestly, this site of mine is not a place for others to criticize me in. I made this blog so I can talk about the things I don’t like about life that happen to me and the way sometimes society works. Yes, I don’t like people I don’t know thinking they can say whatever they want. I have the right to remove anything I don’t like. You can call me a bitch or whatever. It doesn’t matter to me.
I find things odd and strange in my point of view, and I like to rant about it. That’s all.
So, don’t be a critic unless you want to share in my criticism of something. However, if you start pointing a finger towards me and accusing me of nonsense and taking my daily writing into new dimensions and analyzing it your own bizzar way, then I will just do the simple act of deleting or blocking. Blogging is not supposed to be a headache, but a hobby and a past time for me to enjoy.








The one thing that depresses me about winter is the constant nose bleeds from the dryness. I hate it. I usually have a humidifier running in my room because of the dryness, but my room is too crowded and I am forgetful and I don’t want to buy a filter.

