Being a quiet, kind little introvert brought me nothing but solitude, mistreatment, neglect and abuse. Now it’s open season on the liberals, feminists, skinheads, metal-heads, papists, and atheists whose mistreatment broke the spirit of a quiet little introvert

Part of me doesn’t care about sharing shit on here. Most people who follow me don’t care, so it wouldn’t matter what i posted. Also, despite being conservative, i’ve been relatively hidden from the radar of the extremists; which has given me the freedom to speak as i wish, since i’m not openly under attack by them. Those blogs i enjoyed at a time turned out to be ran by assholes, and those who weren’t are too busy to care about what i post. And it’s not like it would be possible to meet any of you in person, so there’s really no need to preen and pretend and pose for you all.

On the other hand, i was told that nobody wants to hear about my problems. That anything i post online cannot be removed, no matter how hard i try. That i should keep my problems inside and not tell them to anyone, especially not to strangers.