Hey. Fuck you.
That’s right, I said it.
Don’t like my art?
Don’t look at it.
Don’t like my words?
Don’t read them.
Think I’m here to steal your man/lover/etc?
You don’t know me.
You know nothing, NOTHING about me.
Take your assumptions somewhere else.
You don’t know my needs or desires.
You don’t know my reasons.
Don’t gossip or complain about me.
Don’t like me?
No one said you had to.
No one is making you read this.
Don’t try to tell me who I can be friends with.
Stop your online stalking.
There’s not a goddamn person who knows me.
Least of all, you.
Take your crazy, paranoid, jealous shit elsewhere.
So fuck you.
Yeah, I went there.
Yeah, I said it right here.
Now fuck off.
I’m sorry if this offends you, you who this is not aimed at. What has happened to us as a society? No boundaries. So PC and yet hateful feeling safe behind our screens to say/do whatever we want. Well fuck some people because I’m a fucking person too with feelings and emotions and a heart prone to love. I’m sick and tired of these crazy motherfuckers (oh yes, there’s more than one) who regularly stalk my pages and then bitch to someone else about me. Why not just email or text me about the issues you have with me? Cowards. You know, if I don’t like someone’s stuff, I just don’t read it. Problem EASILY solved. Cowards thinking they know me. Guess what. They don’t. I’m an artist. This isn’t my online journal sharing all the bits and pieces of my personal life. This is my creative outlet. I won’t apologize for my art. I won’t apologize for having a couple online friends (mutual or otherwise).