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Free Writing - Take 85

I try to be funny, sarcastic, clever, kind, empathetic and sympathetic, but I've noticed as of late, my messages aren't being processed. It doesn't matter if I say them openly, privately, in print or spoken word. They are constantly misconstrued and it's starting to get to me. I'm going to start to dumb down my comment. I like this. I hate this. I like this person or I don't. I'm no longer going to pretend to like someone I don't for another's sake and while that might sound harsh, I sit and read and listen to your BS about "life being too short." Well, life is long and carrying around friends for someone else, is a burden. Since the beginning of the week, I cut three out of my life and I'm not going to lie. I have slept better. There are more to go and this isn't some silly random claim. There are some of you I owe more than this to and I don't ever forget that, but those who have wronged me, distracted me, compromised my happiness or quite simply, bore or disgust me, have to go. I'm not on some crazy rampage, but I'm tired of losing sleep as it is. To do so for people not worth my breath, let alone my mental health, well, you all should understand. I'm also going to try and be a little more vocal in a positive way for those out there who are struggling. Not openly, but privately. Those who know, understand I do truly care about a lot more people than I "show." Please don't assume I'm talking about you. If you ever asked me to tell you what I like or dislike about you, I'd be more than happy and I promise I'll be open. I'll shut up now, as this has turned into the ramblings, normally filling empty spaces and promises on a Facebook wall. Goodnight! Yes, it's my night-time.

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