Haters gonna hate.

There is one thing that I haven't really addressed yet that has been bothering me.

I know having a blog and putting my thoughts out there leaves me open to a world of critique and backlash.  I get it.  Obviously, no one is reading this sad sack excuse for a blog, but maybe someone will one day.

I guess what I am saying is, I get it.  I acknowledge the fact that being this negative sad bitch leaves me exposed to a lot of hurtful things people may or may not have to say.  I accept it.  I'm not saying I want it.  I just know that my poor attitude, writing, and general disposition are probably not going to make me any friends.

On a more positive note, I was hoping maybe this blog can be a place people can come to feel better about themselves.

A little about me, just for starters:
I live at home at the ripe age of 28.  I have a '98 Ford Explorer that is (thank God) running pretty well.  I can't afford a car payment, so I am stuck with what I got.  I just quit my part-time job, thinking that NOT working 7 days a week would make me happier.  The only thing I am now, is broker and left too long alone with my thoughts.  I've managed to finally accumulate just over $3000 in the bank, and only because I closed out my 401k from my part-time job.  I barely have any real relationships with people.  No boyfriend.  I'm severely overweight and unhealthy.  Yes, I've tried and tried and tried and tried to fix this issue.  I'd say that I am still trying, but I gave up on myself completely about...oh, maybe two days ago.  My credit score is SHIT.  I won't be getting a loan ANY time soon.  My full-time job makes me want to hang myself some days (but whose job doesn't, right?).  I would look for something else, but (yes you guessed right!) I have no discernible skills.  I have an associates degree in (so cliche) Liberal Arts.  It might as well double as a second diploma.  It's just a stupid piece of paper that means nothing.  I'm untraveled and have no hobbies.  I'm not good at anything except eating, possibly sleeping.  And I have the worst skin that I have ever seen.  Okay, I'm exaggerating, but I'm nowhere close to pretty.  Nowhere.  

Doesn't reading all of that make you feel better?  Yes, all the non-existent Yous out there!  Really, it just makes me feel worse.  Just a glimpse of some of my life flaws all grouped in one paragraph.  

Well, for that one commenter (or many) that tells me to "shut the fuck up" or "go for a walk" or whatever other mean things they may say...let me say one thing.  You can't be any meaner to me than I am to myself.