Do you know what I hate? I hate when you find someone that you care about, and someone who cares a lot about you, and people come flying out of the woodwork, from all directions, and can’t wait to make comments about how old and ugly that person is.

These people are meant to be my friends, and claim to want to see me happy, but the moment I look a little bit happy they can’t wait to stamp on it. Do these ‘friends’ really want to see me happy or do thy secretly get a kick out of watching me be miserable and grumpy?

Well you know what? I don’t care how old my girlfriend may be, or look, or how ugly you think she is. I like her and have a good time with her. And she adores everything about me, things that some of my ‘friends’ have been trying to change about me for years, like my sense of humour.

If these so-called friends can not accept that I will make the decision about who I date then you can simply turn around and get the fuck out of my life. Why does everything have to come down to looks anyway?

Why can’t some of these people see through to what a person looks like? Why? Are you really that fucking superficial?

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