This is not what I planned on writing here tonight.
I was going to be angry. I was going to throw mud like you wouldn't believe. I was going to be petty and ugly, and mean, and slightly passive aggressive, but still completely truthful.
But here's the thing, I could've posted it, and gone to sleep tonight feeling vindicated and proud and brave, but when I woke up in the morning I would've felt like an asshole.
I'm still mad, and I truly feel like I am being unnecessarily attacked for childish reasons, but I don't have to live with any of the people going out of their way to make my life more difficult. I do have to live with myself though. Things are happening that are supposed to have me show my cracks, my weaknesses, all the bad things about me are supposed to be on display.
I can't do it. I have to fight real battles that actually matter, and saying mean things because they happen to be true doesn't mean it's right. And I've tried really hard to live a life with as few regrets as possible. I have enough trouble sleeping at night due to insomnia, I don't need to lose sleep over being petty.
I'm sorry, kinda, for not being that type of person, and not being able to post the original, maybe one day when I write my biography?
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