There is something that I hate above all else, and it is called insincerity. It is sticky-slimy and putrid, and flows from the lying mouths of hypocrites from their minds into their hearts. It tastes and smells rotten, and yet most do not recognize it for what it is, letting it instead silently slide into their lives. It eats away acidly at the core of respect and honesty and love like a disease.

I promise to all of you who are reading this that I will be, and am, *honest* with you. No matter who you are. I am not fake. I *try* to be genuine, to the best of my abilities. Always. There is nothing more sickening to me than sycophantic, two-faced, hypocritical behavior. Feel free to ask me nearly anything in my life, and I will be willing to answer you. I don't expect this from other people, nor do I think that it is a fault not to live your life as I try to.

But what does drive me *crazy* is pretending you like me, and then going on to say horrible things about me later behind my back. That's fucking insane. Just... please tell me if you don't like me? Have the balls to say it to my face. I *won't* seek retribution, because I have better things to do with my time. It just saves me time and effort knowing whether I should try to get to know you better.

I know this seems angry, but it's only a few people, I *promise.* However, I would really, really appreciate it if you would comment with your honest-to-god opinion of me. Good, bad, ugly, whatever. I'm a big girl and I have tough skin -- I don't want flattery, I want truth. I'm tired of falsehoods.

((Eh, I wrote this on a myspace blog, and it was more applicable to the people there than the people here. how are all of you doing?))