Warning: Whiny bitch alert. (Sorry)

Sooooo here’s a synopsis of why I’m going to stop pretending that I am in any way acquainted with you.

Unlike you, I like to keep a certain image for myself. And that doesn’t make me fake. I know that, in any form of the word, I am not trashy. And I won’t let you make me look or feel that way.

I guess I’m wrong to assume that you should know that there’s a huge chunk of people that I am only in contact with in school. I share no personal connection with them outside the classroom. And I made a promise to myself that I would keep it that way. Whatever questionable acts that you keep telling people that I participate in are not only misinformed but totally out of line. Even if the “lifestyle” that you assign to me is applicable, it would be my business as to who knew about it…and it wouldn’t define me in any way to begin with. You think it’s appropriate to make sure that every student and teacher in all of my classes knows that I’m apparently not worthy of being treated like a normal human being.

Remember that one time I made a speech in plenary (Model Congress) about premarital sex? For the five minutes that I had the floor, I basically talked about how people sometimes don’t have the choice because they’re put in compromising positions. What’s worse is that (without going into detail) some of the people in the same room KNEW where my speech was coming from and that what I said was written and spoken from the heart. How the fuck is it appropriate in any sense of the word to tell people that I compromise myself and shouldn’t speak about such topics because I am, in your words, a “whore”?

Don’t bother trying to ask for forgiveness. If you ask me to make a “truce,” I’m either going to laugh or start screaming at you. In no world am I going to consider forgiving someone who has no problem with completely ruining my image, whilst pretending to be amicable (I would consider that to be borderline neurotic/psychotic…) So you better feel lucky because you deserve so much more.

In general, I’m not writing this because I’m a sensitive prick. I can take people joking about me. In fact, I joke about myself all the time. But there’s a line you cross from when you are joking around and when you are being extremely offensive. And that line is very hard to cross with me. There aren’t many other people that have crossed that line to this extent, if any. 

Oh, and if you’re gonna grow the nerve to ask me for another favor again, think twice. :)