Dear Fake Facebook Friends and all my Fucking Exes:
I may struggle and I may get stuck from time to time, but I always find my way. I may come to you for advice, or to vent, or to network...but that does not make me less of a person. That's what friends are for.
To the people out there who are smearing and besmirching my name, FUCK YOU you jealous fucks. I may struggle, but at least I'm out here doing what you can only sit back and talk about doing. I'm living the dream while you drink your life away.
Your jealous and hateful backbiting is merely a refection on you, not on me.
So I'm going to go sit by the pool and not give a single fuck on this sunny Wednesday afternoon...you continue doing and saying whatever petty and childish things you need to do and say in order to feel okay with your shitty little cookie-cutter lifestyle. I'll be getting my Texas sized tan on...