Fighting battles and trying to prove myself for the past 40 years has taken a toll on my patience. I have been called many names, bossy, know it all, crazy, and many more hurtful things.
My give a damn meter hasn't cared about what people think of me in a long time. And in the past year, I don't care about helping or changing people either. It is their life, and who am I to say how they live?
I got a strange generic request to remove a private photo that I posted in 2010. My first thought was, is this what they do at 1 am? Stalk people's facebook to find stuff to fight about? And then I thought, who gives a flying f. I removed the picture that I posted three years ago.
The purpose of this post is to reiterate. I don't care. If you have chosen not to be a part of my life, I am not shedding any tears. The fact that people are still checking my facebook, or blogs doesn't concern me. Move on, stalk me, I don't think about it. It is not that I am cold, I just realize that those people are not in my life for a reason. Blame me, that's cool too. Just move on.
Sharing light with Kimmy. Striving to create a path between the present course of events and a new course; leading to new outcomes.
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