I hate rumors...but at the same time they make me laugh.
You learn stuff about yourself even you didn't know.
It gives me a pity smile when people think they know you and your life better than you.
But,
It hurts when your friends start to believe them. Your friends shouldn't make you cry. Apparently... I suppose I'm just tired from traveling. Well, what a welcome home, eh? A great week in Italy, skiing, then back to find out you're apparently a 'really classy bird who shags people in a sink.' Thanks. I have to add that I have NOT done that, and i know protesting my innocence now just makes me sound like I'm covering something up. Oh well