i'm a critic but i'm also a...
- lowlife jealous of the works of others
- talentless author
- person who can't "write worth a damn"
- person who exists to tear down others.
- soulless monster who enjoys making people
feel bad. like the evil critic in ratatouille

take your pick.
but legit, none of this even bothers me. i critique
others' writing so why should their criticism leave
a scratch on me?

note:
i review honestly. if i don't like your book, i won't sugarcoat.
i don't care if 'millions of people love your book.' why should 
their opinion matter to me?
i don't give a walking, running, swimming, diving, flying fuck about how many hate comments i get. i just don't care. i actually find them really amusing.