Don’t judge me by my posts: My job ain’t that fancy, my mind is full of doubts and am not half as good a mother as I claim to be.
Don’t go by my fb-life: I don’t really have that many friends, and the few I do have don’t all love me.
Don’t be impressed by my status messages: I am just pimping for attention.
Don’t be intimidated by my Scrabble prowess: Far more than the bingos I publish and the games I win, are embarrassments that fb kindly doesn’t publicise.
Don’t be taken in by my comments either: I really am not that concerned about other people’s lives or opinions, and am only trying to bring traffic into mine.
Don’t be a sucker to my compassion: Sometimes I am so bored with your sob tale I am sleeping with my eyes open; And other times, as I nod and shake my head, I am only exercising my neck, ‘cos I really don’t care.
Don’t be a martyr with me: Because I sure will treat you like a doormat.
Dont’ give yourself too much importance either: It’s almost always about ME.
Don’t go by what you read, see or hear. In the dark alleys of my mind and within the walls of my home, I have a real life. Unfortunately.