Everytime I write a blog, I glance over to my Dear Reader list...I don't look for any main purpose, but it does feel great to see a new Dear Reader.
This time I noticed that a Dear Reader was gone. Yes, gone. I am just as shocked as you are or maybe I am not. You see, I think this Dear Reader decided to bear the insult of my 89th blog to C(unt).
Well since this person is gone, I can tell my remaining Dear Readers that this is just another nail in that coffin. You know, it is one thing to cut off all other allegiance but to cut my blog? I hate that I hurt all over again.
When will this end? When will I learn not to care anymore? How does someone methodically cut you out of their own life, a life that at one point you shared?
Guess what, Runaway Reader, you are not here to see this...but it will get back, it always does, right?
This hurts. You don't like what I have to say...so it is your right to go. Just as it is your right to go, it is my right to be pissed.
You of all people, know how I feel about my writing.
You are not here, so nothing I say can insult anymore. I am not sorry that you were insulted, but I am already sorry for this blog.
Off to bed, before I really get irate.
You get me, that's why I love you,