Keeping it Real

While some may not prefer my blog entries containing real offline everyday life, I refuse to be segregated from my own diversities, disabilities, illnesses, passions, fire, ambitions, goals, determination and anything else that is me. It's all me.

2 weeks ago I was doing much better, I participated in discussion more than I had in the previous weeks, even months.

It's been several months now since I've mentioned my ordeals in a CM forum setting.

I posted in the "The week in review" thread and yes mentioned some of what I've been going through.

I posted a few entries in my CM blog regarding schedules and updates. But since this too was put down by you, they have been deleted. Don't want you sniveling anymore.

This here blog is whatever the fuck I want it to be. (some bring out the potty mouth in me (insert your name here) Don't like it, don't read it, after all if you think it's going to be the same thing each time, by all means move on.

RE: 2 excerpts from the previous blog entry above--

"Yeah I know, horrible pain, yada, yada, yada we know"

"And yet, brave little soldier you are you manage to post on CM and your blog, how DO you manage?"

That doesn't even deserve an answer, that's a fucktard statement- You just discriminated against, hated against, judged and put down every last disabled person, those suffering from and surviving incurable diseases (millions) who ventures onto the internet.

I mean how the heck can they manage? How oh how? You need to google them all (yes it can be done) and tell them it's your opinion they lay down and die. Because if they can make it onto the internet, make posts, in whatever genre they choose, there must not be a thing wrong with them. Or not wrong enough to keep them from doing so. Go for it. I dare you.

You put hateful demeaning, bitter blogs up, you take them down, you leave them long enough for atleast few to read, then down it goes. You repeat this over and over. You've done this for months. Not just to me, you've targeted plenty others and then call them friend again, but I've learned this much... only after you get what you want somehow are they back in your graces. It'll change again.

You take all the good that I do, all the extraordinary good I've achieved even still and try to make it ugly and without merit.

Keep it real karen, or keep it out of my face.

There is not a single chance in the world now that any friendship could be continued or maintained.

Take that as your own wish and want. You're the one that said goodbye.

As for me, I'm keeping it real

Byebye