yikes

experienced some very bizarre and unwarranted girl-on-girl hate last night in Atlantic City. I’m privileged enough to say that I had gotten used to my circle of support and easy living, forgetting that there are people out there that are still threatened by my existence, even though I in no way affect them. people who search for any hint at a reason to say cruel things, to make someone else feel bad. it made me feel terrible,  as if I had done something to cause someone to react that way, to feel so strongly that they just had to say something to me - a stranger, someone they had never met, and would never have the chance of meeting again. the fact of the matter is, I wasn’t doing anything. I shouldn’t apologize for being confident in myself, and in my relationship. I will not apologize for making you feel insecure, just by being. last night was also the first time I’ve ever felt the urge to actually punch someone. it made me feel bad, I suppose her goal was achieved. it made me upset, and it made me question some things that before I had the utmost confidence in. I keep replaying the moment in my head, thinking about what I could had said in retaliation. I did noting in reality. I was drunk, I looked at her, a crooked smile I bet - the concert was over and I was happy. boom. don’t be cruel to people. it’s not going to do enough for you to make it worth their hurt.