Back blip number 1.

I apologise in advance for my appalling language.
I have a feeling this is gonna be another long one.
Sort of continues on from yesterday's blip.

Which, incidentally, did not go down very well.

I am first going to preempt anyone having a go again. This is my disclosure
WARNING
If you're easily offended or so far up your own arse you can't see that this isn't all about you, kindly fuck off and stop reading.

After what I wrote yesterday, I was Facebooked by K's boyfriend. I was told to stop writing bitchy blogs about her and then told that no one has any interest in what I write.
Yes, I am writing about it again, cos no doubt this is being read by the people who have an issue again.
So, basically, this is my giant FUCK YOU to you.

After I was told that no one gave a shit about what I write, I'd like to clear something up.
I write this for myself.
I love that some people enjoy what I write. It does give me a kick to see the comments come in and I find many of you very supportive.
So I use this for two reasons:
1) I can vent, write out my thoughts, calm myself down, rationalise with myself.
2) I used to feel like I could talk and talk and talk without judgement and have my little blip family to keep me up beat.

Now that feels like it's been violated. I know this is a public forum, but still...
These people have invaded it and infiltrated a secure world.
To the point where I considered stopping blipping altogether. Which is why it has been a few days.

Then it dawned on me.
The old saying.
Don't let the bastards drag you down.

These people are sad individuals that have nothing better than to pick at me.
I never name anybody. I refuse to.
I think it's rude and I know I wouldn't like it.

I also was not derogatory about anyone. I spoke about my feelings about the situation.

Turns out there was a Twitter remark too. Something along the lines of 'Get your facts right and talk to me about it first' or some such shit.
I had my facts right.
Confirmed by two different people.
And why would I talk to you about it? When I wanted to speak to you about something that didn't involve you, you didn't want to know.
Now it's something that revolves around you, you do?
FUNNY THAT!

Eurgh, this is turning into the bitchfest I didn't want.
It just pissed me off that me talking about my feelings suddenly became a reason to ambush me.

I can talk about what I want.
You don't like it? Don't read it.

End of.

Sorry about the rant guys.

A xx