Do you ever have one of those does where "Touch of Shit" should be your super power? Oy to the nine veys.

It seems like every one is either mad, judgmental, disappointed, irritated or just hating me today.

<eye roll>

Someday people will have to accept I am me. Yes, I know you disapprove of ______ in my life/about my life. The thing is, I am not seeking your approval. I don't need it. Ever. In my heart, I know if I were to die this instant, I am good with every ounce of who I am. Every ounce - the good, bad and bizarre.

Your approval, disapproval or unapproval is moot.

I am not arrogant, I am Cylithria.

Cope, or Don't. That's your issue.
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