I will honestly NEVER understand the people who talk shit about me because of my illness.


Yes, I fucking blog about it.

YES, I fucking post about it on Facebook.

Why? Because it practically owns my damn life. So many things would be different if I weren’t ill. SO many. Talking shit because I choose to be public about my illness is the equivalent of talking shit about me because my father is deceased. NEITHER are things I can control and BOTH are things that fucking hugely affect(ed) my life.

I’m sorry that you have an issue with the fact that I’m not perfectly healthy and totally private about my life, but it is MY blog and MY Facebook and MY life.

Dissing me because of that is absolutely pathetic on your part.

Yeah, I’m pissed, but there are certain things that I would NEVER talk shit about you for, no matter how much I hated your guts, because I still fucking respect you as a human being. I was hoping you would have the decency to do the same for me.

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.