An Open Letter

*** If you are not a fucktard, you do not need to bore yourself with this post. Go out into the sunshine and do something constructive, like search for a unicorn. This letter is for the fucktards, and they know who they are.

Dear Fucktards,

There are so many of you floating around in my life right now that I hardly know how to begin this letter.

I just don't have the energy to deal with you at the moment. I barely have the energy to do anything. Almost every morning I have to give myself a stern talking-to just so I am able to get out of bed. Some afternoons I need to remind myself that it WILL get better and I will NOT be driving home in tears forever. I'm having trouble seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and YOU ARE NOT HELPING.

I'm sick of hearing people whinging about situations that they have put themselves in. Either do something to fix it, or shut the hell up about it, I don't need to hear it. You won't get, nor do you deserve, my sympathy while you carry on like a pork chop about things you have the power to change. If you keep doing the same things, you can expect the same results, good or bad.

I don't want to be accused of doing things to you that you YOURSELF are doing to me. It's not nice and to be honest, it's not bloody fair. Just because there are some people that have been taken in by your crap does not mean I have as well. Just because it may look like you have got what you wanted, it doesn't mean that you have. Not for one fucking second. I am angrier about this than you will ever know. However, I am smarter than you, and I know that I will not achieve anything by telling you what I think right now, so I will keep it to myself. For the time being.


Please take a long hard look at yourself and think about the image you are projecting to the world about yourself, is this the one that you want out there? Are you aware that anything you write on the internet is there FOREVER. It never gets erased completely. Do you want future generations seeing the things you have written?

I have had a crap year. I'm not going to explain why here, as anyone bothering to read this probably knows me in the real world. If you really need me to elaborate, let me know and I will. I'm guilty of whinging about it, sure, but the difference is that most of the things that have made it crap are things that are OUT OF MY CONTROL. This is perhaps why people like you that are spending their time sooking about choices they have made in their life, and in some cases, continue to make, are really starting to get up my goat.

I'm really trying to accept you for the fucktard that you are, but with so much else going on in my world I am really struggling. Is there any chance you could try to meet me halfway?

Love,

Jo.