The AntiBlogger

Don’t you hate that guy that can’t NOT tell you what he has on his mind?

Well, thats me … Sure, I do filter things a bit – I won’t tell your mom she’s a MILF while your dad is sitting right next to her. Truth is, thats where my filter stops. Beyond self-preservation and managing to keep myself from a bloody beating (most of the time), I’ll say exactly what I’m thinking.

Why the hell is every fuck out there so damn offended by the truth? I’m not insulting you if it’s reality, your insulting yourself and simply unaware. I’m doing you a fuckin’ favor. Fix it or get over it.

For some reason, everyone in my life wants to point out the negative in anything I do …

Why is it, when something can have a thousand positives, even those close to me only see the negative? I find it hard enough to motivate myself to do anything, so the constant flow of negative energy coming at me is just about to push me into and underground existance where even my girlfriend isn’t allowed to see the things I create.

I makes me sad to know that total strangers appreciate the things I do while those that know me well just tell me how much I suck.