Urgh - It’s like when you have 40 legitimate reasons for disliking your own mother and your friend criticizes her for her cooking. “Actually, she has been nothing but kind to YOU, and one of the only good traits is her cooking. STFU bitch”

It’s a weird feeling.

Can’t hate me like I do. I know me better.

Diable by Pitchshifter

because no one is a harsher critic of me than myself, and I know on levels of staggering depth just how awful things COULD be. If they only knew. Clearly they are insufficiently enlightened to form an informed opinion.