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I've been battling with my confidence since I was 12/13 years old, and I finally feel comfortable with who I am. This is not going to be a sob-story... more of a gushing of annoyance, really.

I honestly, hand-on-heart, don't understand hateful commenters on YouTube and as many times as people say "they don't matter" "ignore them", they do get to me. Admittedly, some of my videos are terrible - I can accept that but most of them I put effort into and I think about what I want to say and do and try and make people smile or laugh.

Two of my videos in particular have had people being either crude or just plain hateful on them; I'm not going to take them down because I worked on them, I made them how I wanted them to be and yeah, they might be bad, but that's the way I made them.

I mean, it's not as if I really care what these people think, but some of the comments make me feel so humiliated and wonder why I even bother. I'm not saying I want no criticism but the crudeness and hatefulness of some of these comments really are a bit of a stab in the gut. The shy, anxious, under-confident me has gone; but when people say hurtful things, it can take me back to how I felt back then. And I don't understand why I, or anyone, should endure that.

This blog post has little meaning, but whatever. I just thought I'd share how I'm feeling - which is a little wounded if you cannot tell. /sigh. Some people.


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