I’m running out of places to be honest.
No matter where I turn there’s always someone waiting to drag me back down. At times I think they think they’re helping, other times they just don’t realize what they’re doing. But sometimes it’s simply called rudeness and you can’t mask it as anything else. Stop. Look in a mirror. Look anywhere else but me. I scrutinize myself mercilessly enough for both of us.
In other words, quit harshing my squee, dude.
