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Nothing is more reassuring than having some dumb, snarky bitch tell me about myself, when she’s never met me, has never interacted with me, and has no clue who I am. 

I get called crazy because I questioned a topic by one woman (who later redacted and said she was referring to someone else), and then when I questioned why I was called crazy, and asked what I did to be called such, some other social reject hops in and calls me insecure.


I can’t make this shit up. Bat-shit crazy and insecure. Yup. You nailed that one. Thank you for informing me of who I am. Apparently I was blind to my own craziness and insecurities because I asked a question. About. A. Fucking. Topic.