If you don’t like me (Which makes no sense considering you don’t know me), and/or you don’t like what I have to say. Complaining about it to me will do nothing. I grew up bullied, words don’t hurt anymore. I’m an adult now. High School teasing does nothing to me, literally. And calling me stupid because I misspell a word, who cares. I know I’m not stupid. I was mother fucking Valedictorian. You think my tips are stupid? Well I get messages from girls all the time saying I helped them or just by reading my tips, made them feel 1,000 times better. And that’s why I keep making them. Even if only one person read and liked my tips, I would still make them. Because you may not know the feeling because all you do is try to emotionally hurt people, but that feeling is amazing. Knowing that I made someone smile, I made someone happy, even if it was for a millisecond is amazing, and if I could make a living out of it, I would. I don’t know what’s wrong with your life, maybe nobody cares about you, maybe you’re being bullied yourself. But I can promise you, one day your words will hurt somebody, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. You’re going to be old, and you’ll be laying on your bed dying, and I hope you remember the pain you’ve caused others. I hope your children find out that their parent was cruel, that they were the reason behind someone killing themselves. Because what you do, whether you think it’s a big deal or not, is not okay. It makes you a terrible person, no matter what the excuse. I’m not trying to make the haters feel special. I want them to know they are a shitty person, they don’t even deserve to walk on this planet. So make a difference haters, choose to be a good person. Because having this secret life, and getting off on someones misery. Well, that’s just fucking disgusting. And I hope karma does terrible things to you. Have fun rotting in hell.