There was one time in my life before that I felt like this. I've felt my heart break many times. Each time it felt less and less harmful, or should I say "tear"ful. Now it just sits and simmers like water in a teapot, and bubbles just bubbles away... if I had wanted to be compared to anyone or be criticized I would aimed higher than people who spend their time lurking onto my profile to correct my spelling, ideas, judgement, etc.. sadly enough I have no one who wants to stick up for me besides "me". But what never occured to me was, "what are they feeling? To feel so bad to try and make me as miserable as they are, on a day to day basis?"
I guess I don't mind it anymore. As long as I can someone else truly feel better about themself, perhaps laughing at my own disrespect towards myself, then I believe I am okay with that..
I'm not going to run and hide this time. Oh no, not this time. This time I want to be open, as open as a book, and perhaps as open as my own body after an autopsy. I've been ridiculed and embarrassed to the point where now, I'm going to take it... But, I will warn you, for every action you do, everything you say, it will come back to you. This time it won't be by my doing...
Just wait. Just listen. The winds are talking and so is karma.