He was here only a few short hours, but He made a lifetime of difference to me.

Ok, I said in my last post that I was feeling a little bitchy, well I still am.  I've been lurking around lately and yes I said lurking.  I'm really disturbed by all that I'm seeing.

I was never a friend of Emily's.  I have no clue who this Betty is.  But I do have an opinion on the entire matter.

Emily: Anyone whose life is so terrible that they feel the need to try and kill themselves needs to be locked up.  Not given their job back to teach young, impressionable children.  Get help then try to work.  Not the other way around.  If you can give me one good reason why you should die, then I won't say a word.  The problem is that no one can come up with a good excuse.  They just get frustrated and kill themselves.  Why ask for help, when getting hugs and pats on the back feels so much better?  It's been said that she's upset because her mother wasn't affectionate, sorry but I wouldn't want to hug someone who dressed themselves in thorns everyday either.  She's untouchable.  She doesn't care about others only herself.  Which brings me to this Betty person.  I'm sorry that she's not doing well.  As a human being I can say that.  But for someone else to use her tragedy as a way to get people to come to their blog, add friends or talk about how they almost died, its sickening.

Why am I writing this some people may be asking themselves.  Because I'm tired of this.  I'm tired of the backstabbing.  I'm tired of people who don't know each other from adam calling each other names and threatening that they're coming after someone else. We've never met, we don't know each other and if most of us stopped blogging tomorrow, guess what life would go on.  We would miss each other for a day or so, but then we'd go on.  We're not buddies, or pals.  We're online "friends".  We can speak our mind here because its safe.  No one knows us.  We can be something or someone different here.  If you don't like what I have to say, then don't come back.  Simple as that.  If I don't like the comments you left, I can delete them.  No skin off my nose.

So, does this mean that I'm a cold hearted bitch?  No, just means that I save my sympathy for someone that needs it.  If you are in trouble and need someone to lean on, I'll be here in cyberspace, waiting.  Just don't waste my time.  If you ask for advice and I give it, don't slap me in the face every single time.  Eventually, I'll stop being around.

That's all I have for now.

Night