I hate making resolutions, but I feel like this'n is needed.

I'm sick of getting trampled on by my 'friends'. If you start treating me like shit, i'll give you a week to clean up your act before I start ignoring you. I'm not a sextoy, i'm mated. I'm a shoulder to cry on, not a FUCKING therapist. And I am NOT your second choice. (Art wise.) If my art isn't good enough for your first choice, i'm not someone you can fall back on.

Being bitchy? Very much so. -Angry trannyspider.- Well, that's all.