Chisme

I hate gossip. For most people, that may be a strange thing for a journalist to say.

But I really hate gossip. Especially when it has to do about me, of course. I thought I'd shed all that crap in high school, but apparently there are people in this world, who for whatever reason -- whether they think you've done them wrong or they are jealous -- will always gossip.

I have a couple of chismosos in my life right now who have said things about me to other friends that are beyond hurtful. People who I've loved all my life and who I've trusted. I'm not sure if they're bored with their own lives or maybe my situation scares them.

I do know for now, I'm trying to stay positive and healthy so I can find work. But these things bring me down and depress me. So, I've vowed not to associate myself with these people, which feels like a part of my heart is being torn out, but it has to be done so I can create the stability I need to move ahead. And I won't let anyone or anyone's lies tear down what I've rebuilt this far.

Man, I hate chisme.