Dear troll(s) who are obsessed with me and come here daily to write lengthy comments about how shitty I am that almost always get sent straight to spam,
You’re a pathetic jackass, and may I just point out that *you* are the one who is obsessed with *me*? If you think I’m ugly, unattractive and uninteresting, then feel free to go away.
If you have a problem with me because of my imperfections, my mistakes or simply because you’re jealous that I receive so much support from so many wonderful people, here’s what you should do:
1. Stop being an asshole.
2. Get a hobby (you know, other than obsessing over me. That’s just weird. hehe) If you need some suggestions, I can help there too.
I read books, play Scrabble, knit, scrapbook, make jewelry, ride my bike, hang out with my friends, etc.) Do some things that make you happy because frankly, life is better that way.
3. Start a blog and focus on yourself for a while. Try sharing some of your insecurities, imperfections, struggles and hopes with people. Do it respectfully, and they’ll like you too (if you follow instruction #1.)
4. Look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself that Kenlie thinks you’re probably worth more than you realize. Yes, I think you’re an asshole, but I don’t think people are born that way.
Maybe someone (or a lot of someones) hurt you. Maybe they did things that you that I can’t begin to understand, but you’re the one who has the responsibility to stop that cycle of pain. And that pain will never leave you if you spend your time spewing hatred toward people who can’t be bothered by you.
You may not deserve my pity, but I feel sorry for you. You spend time nearly everyday hoping to drag me down and to make me feel as miserable as you do, but it doesn’t have to be that way for you. You don’t have to continue being a jerk just because that’s how it has always been. You have the power to change if you want to, and you’d probably be a lot less miserable if you tried.
You know I struggle, and you know that I won’t give up even when you tell me to. What you may not know is that I’m happy. My heart, though I have many imperfect feelings, is filled with joy, not hatred. And you can’t change that. You can only change yourself.
I’m here because I want to be, and if you have a problem with that…well..screw you. I don’t need everyone to like me, and I certainly don’t need approval from spineless, heartless, faceless hatemongers.
So take my advice or don’t. It won’t affect my life or my happiness either way. I do, however, suggest that you do your best to get over your odd, yet fascinating obsession with me because I’m not going anywhere until I want to.