Just for once I would like you to look me in the eye and try to see me. Not the me that you think I am, or think I should be, but the real me. I am utterly done in with your opinion of me. I am tired of trying to prove to you that I am worth knowing. I am devoid of any emotion for you now because if you cannot take the time to get to know me then you can go suck eggs for all I care. If you think that your sly-looked disparagement will change me, well you're wrong. I have always worried about people not liking me, I am needy and finding out that people don't like me has always bothered me like one of those insect bites that you can barely see, but with its incessant itching that you know is definitely there. But recently, over-exposure to people like you who has hardened me and my evolution over the last 28 years that I have walked this earth is quickening. Now I am developing the thick, impenetrable skin of a pachyderm. A skin that is immune to the poison of your barbed comments and I can honestly say that I don't give a fuck if you don't like me. Because I can safely say that I don't need your acceptance. I know that I am a better person than you because I give real chunks of myself to people and I always give them a chance. I will not seek your approval anymore. So you can keep your small minded subtle vitriol to yourself.

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