I’ve had a lot of time to think about you simply because I hear so much about you from different people. Other than that, I have your blog to read.
In all actuality, I don’t really enjoy reading your blog. Yes, I know I should stop reading if I don’t like it. It’s a lot like any other teenager’s blog: summaries of the day, touch of angst here and there, a few paragraphs of obsession of the current love interest. Why on earth do I read? I shouldn’t really complain, I’m sure I do the same a lot too.
This blog is all I have to build a picture of you. In my LJ, I called it the epitome of teenagerdom. That can be a number of things but that’s what I see when I read your blog. Not really something to be proud of. I really should stop reading if I don’t like it.
What about those people who talk about you?
“She loves people who don’t love her and hates people who do.”
That sums it up. A lot of what I hear about you is negative. You were malicious to people for no good reason. Then you carry on picking people who are “cool” to be friends with and when you get that, you tend to forget about who you left behind but then try to get those people back ages later …expecting everything to be fine? I do not understand that at all.
The quote explains all to me. It explains all.
In all actuality, you haven’t done anything directly to me to cause me to dislike you. You’re all peachy keen when chatting with me. Like very nice. Like nothing is wrong … of course nothing’s wrong. That’s the only positive aspect I can think of when I think of you.
But it’s hard to ignore other opinions of you considering it’s from people I respect and trust.