I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I don’t care if you follow or unfollow me, if you read my shit, if you look at my pictures, if you star my tweets, if you put me on any damn list, if you think you I’m funny, if you think I’m an asshole, if you hate my favorite team/band/ice cream flavor, if you think what I do with my life and/or spare time is worthless, if you think I tweet too much or tumblr too much or spend too much time online or talk too much about my kids, my boyfriend, my job or my music collection, if you won’t friend me on last.fm, if you think you’re better than me, smarter than me, a better writer than me, somehow above me, if you think I’m vain or shallow or passive aggressive, if you hate me, loathe me, shun me, ignore me, make a voodoo doll that looks like me, if you hate the way I dress or think I work too fast or or work too much or too hard if you block my email or unfriend me on facebook or think I’m fat, ugly, worthless, awkward, wasting my time, bathing in negativity, sharing too much, sharing not enough, talk about things you hate, think my novel in progress sucks, if you find me unapproachable, inaccessible, unlovable, unlikeable, contradictory, if you think I should get a life or die or shut up, if you have more friends, go to more social events, hang around with the important people than me that boost your self importance.

I don’t care.

I have finally stopped caring what people I have no respect for think of me. Or don’t think of me.