Negativity...especially when it is practiced behind someone's back without their knowledge...hidden yet easily discoverable through various sources...is such a cop-out. An act of cowardice. It is rather sad when someone's opinion of a person is immediately swayed by someone else. If my friend doesn't like you, therefore I can no longer communicate with you. This hurtful thought crossed my mind today as a result of comments written about me in a guestbook which belongs to a favorite diarist of mine. I had no idea this person's friend hated me so much. Now this certain person whom I admire has obviously chosen to ignore me and has proceeded to delete any words I have for her, even complimentary ones. I get the impression that the diarist is now ashamed to be associated with me. I do feel sad, but I won't linger in that sadness and feeling of loss for long. Negativity has no permanent stay in my journal or my life. If you think my writing is filth, trash, or just plain fluff, then FINE. It is easy to say farewell then. (And if that someone is reading this entry, I don't harbor any resentment towards you. I just feel sad that the friendliness has ended so abruptedly and without warning or reason). To all those who read this, I am not fishing for sympathy. I don't need it. It is a small bruise that will heal itself nicely. I just wanted to say that I am human and my feelings do get hurt. The hurt is fading...