So this is an apology to my real readers and friends, the ones who support me everyday and send me sweet things like you will read below, because sadly, due to one person's immature behavior, we have lost all the positive, loving comments y'all have left. When I spoke about this, I was flooded with emails:
"Hey lady! I just wanted to let you know that you're such an inspiration to me and others to be more outspoken and independent! You're so creative and kind!...Anyway, you're wonderful and you shouldn't quit blogging because of some nasty people that are obviously unhappy...BOOM! Head up you're awesome❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️"
"I'm a huge fan of your blog. I just read your last post and I'm really disappointed that people can be such fucking assholes. Your blog is one of, if not my absolute favorite blog to read, you make me laugh so hard and I'm often disappointed when you don't post everyday! I really like hearing about your new place, your job, funny moments from your past and little facts about you, like not being into having kids and liking morrissey better than the smiths! Me too! Well, I won't keep you, but I just wanted to let you know that I love your blog as I'm sure plenty of people do, and I don't care about what a bunch of tools think or have to say. You rule! Keep your head up girl!"
"Blogging is hard and there are SO MANY haters. She's just pissed because now more people know what an idiot she is. I'm glad you decided not to quit."
So if winning is having a great reader base (oh and by the way, thank you for the millions of pageviews...every time you look at my blog it just makes me more money!!! YES!!!) having awesome REAL friends, (of which we have NO MUTUAL ones so, nice try) and a great job that has nothing to do with being a pretentious hipster snob (checking your Instagram really only shows pictures of you looking beat up, with lots of really mature memes, so congrats on that success...if that's what you're calling it) yeah, I am pretty sure you're not "winning". Nice try Charlie Sheen. All those names you called me only apply to yourself. How could I be obsessed with someone's life when I don't give a fuck if they live or die? You're the psycho, tell "our friends" whatever the fuck you want. No, I win.