To be honest I think people who care so much about other people’s lives are the sickest, most disgusting, repulsive people ever. They are leeches, swelling their bellies with others happiness because they can’t find it in their own lives. And you know who I’m talking about. The folks who can’t help, but to try wedge themselves into another person’s relationship just so they can feel like they have power in it.
I just want to ask them why they think knowing whether or not I’m having sex with my significant other is essential for them to exist? Or when will knowing where I sleep help you? What does spreading rumors about situations you know nothing about do for your well being? Well from where I stand, nothing. It just makes you an attention whore. Sorry your own lives aren’t enough to preoccupy that wild imagination of yours. Maybe if you put just as much energy into your actual life, mine wouldn’t matter so much. But that’s just a suggestion, merely some advice for the future, incase you ever decided it times to grow up.