So how about that.

For once I come out of the closet with best intentions to tell the truth, and I get an "I hate you". Well that; that I saw coming. Not actually, however. 
You know, some people don't like what I have to say. I tell them something; my opinion.. MY own opinion on a certain standing situation, and I get spit on, slapped, and thrown to the ground for it... Okay, exaggeration, don't mind. I believe freedom of speech is taken for granted so many times by myself. I know what's coming; if I look just a little ahead, I could tell you everything that was about to happen. But I don't. I get caught up in the moment, typing out my true feelings to someone. Then the anger comes, and this is where I stop caring. They tell me a possibly over exaggerated story about how much they do [and / or] always have hated me, and that's where I stop. If they come back 3 years later looking for friendship, I still don't care. If they really want me out of their life, they won't have to tell me twice. I get the picture. Can I take it too far sometimes? Well, possibly. But people learn from their mistakes, and second chances are given to those who deserve them.