My Glass House

My writing has been attacked...again! It has stalled my fingers from writing these past several days! A few people of whom I am intimately acquainted describe my blog as negative, bitter and basically dismal(that one was my word). They are accusing me of not representing myself correctly here, as I am in life. I must correct that, one is, the other is quick to say that at the core of me, I am bitter and that comes through in my writing. Let me be explicit for the record, I was even informed that the reason I didn't have more followers was due to this..."who would want to read such negative things?" I don't know how to set this aside and move on, truthfully. That people whom know me can't understand this, my passion, my place to release all monsters in my head, troubles me to no end. I could confess to how this pains me intimately. I could go on and on, detailing how wrong I believe them to be but rather...I write the chaos down, out of my heart and soul, allowing me to breathe easier. Removing this "negativity" releases me from the happiness I find once removed from inside.  Here is the place that I built for redemption, salvation, cathartic exhalation...whether you are watching or not my absentee followers...whether you are agreeing or not my ever-loving friends. I bring the hurt here!