You Thought You Knew Me

Rumors Blossom And Lies Flourish

A/N:  The character in this story is me.  This is my life.  Love me or hate me it is up to you.

So.   With my health issues being so complicated and odd, it was only to be expected that people would start rumors.  I just never expected how out of control they would get.  Thing got out of hand way too fast and I just couldn't keep up.

But when people find out your doctors have accused you of self inflicted harm, they tend to jump to conclusions.  And that is exactly what they did.  They assumed that what they had heard was true.  But you see, I was never hurting myself.  If you want further proof, you should that I have been cleared by psychiatry three times.  But even with that proof people continue to accuse me.

Honestly, I want to hate whomever started the rumors.  But I don't even know who they are.  Not only that, but I don't think I could hate them.  It's not like they knew it would get so out of control.  

Hearing things about me harming myself really sucks.  And it ticks me off.  I have been called an emo freak on several occasions.  Anther popular thing for me to be called is a phyco B****.  Yeah not very nice at all.    It's like when you walk into a room and people start to whisper to each other.  It kind of freaks you out, right?

I mean seriously!  They think that I won't hear them just because they turn their head and cup their hand by the side of their mouth.  It's kind of childish if you ask me.  

So when I hear yet another rumor I just sigh and walk away...sometimes.  Other times I'm not quite so nice, expesially if the person happens to be a repeat offender.  With me it is three strikes and your out.  And I won't hesitate to hit below the belt.  My momma taught me to take em out at the knees, so that's exactly what I do.  

So it's true, I'm not alway a ray of sunshine.  But it takes a lot to get me that angry.  

In this world rumors are like flowers, they grow and grow until they reach their peak and blossom, then they die off, only to grow back later.  Lies are like invasive speices, the truth being their only enemy.  But even the truth can't destroy them.

And honestly lies and rumors are more Deadly Nightshade.  Yes it still blossoms with beautiful flowers, but even ingesting just a few of its toxic berries can be lethal.