Disturbed

I get disturbed by how much people know about me on Facebook, so I withdrew from it.  It's there if anyone wants to do proper communication.

I hate people sending messages indirectly, like why did you type this compared to maybe what they know about people including you.  People make it a special duty to pick on me because they think I must be bad.  But, at the grocery store, people were pretty nice to me.  I needed money to get something my mom wanted, and the cashier was frustrated.  She didn't say hi, and when the bagger boy did she looked funny at him.  She didn't get mad at my mom when she was there.