Honestly.
I got rid of my personal Facebook because of you guys.
I got rid of my old Twitter account because of you guys.
I got rid of my old YouTube channel because of you guys.
I left that fucking state and never looked back because I don’t ever want to affiliate myself with you people again.
Welp. Alright. So I’m partially at fault because I unintentionally made a choice to remain connected with you guys through social networking. I’m partly to blame because I didn’t ensure that my profiles wouldn’t be seen and my Twitter account can’t be found. It’s my fault that I posted my Tumblr on there. So yes, blame me for that. That’s fine. When it comes to that, that’s my fault.
But!
Just because it’s there, doesn’t mean you get to abuse your right to view my personal blog. What happens on the internet, stays on the internet. You fucking people don’t seem to get it, do you? There’s a reason why I “escaped” the virtual world and many of you have contributed to the reasons why I left. My blog is practically my only escape from my reality. It’s the only place where I feel completely accepted and loved. I don’t care if complete strangers from all over the world say they love me. At least I know they mean it. Not like you guys, who say you love me, then go behind my back— No, you people actually said hurtful shit in front of my face. You branded me with the words, “queer”, “sinner”, and “retard” all the way back in high school. You’ve told me to go back into the closet and die. You all spread such nasty rumors when I left. I thought I left you all in the dust the second I left that town, but it seems like you fucking assholes are back. Wonderful.
Simply ‘cause I say whatever I like on my Tumblr, doesn’t mean you get to go tell people what I say. You don’t get to read the information I put on here and tell the world. There’s a reason why I don’t tell you people things. No. There’s a reason why I don’t converse with you guys anymore. “She’s still proudly walking her ugly ass around the world.” “She hasn’t changed a bit. Shame.” “Go kill yourself, whore.” Oh. Yeah. There are so many more messages. So. Many. Motherfucking. Messages. Jesus.
You know, I’m totally trying to be strong here. I’m really trying to shake it off ‘cause I’ve endured more than what you’re giving me. But what hurts the most is the fact that I trusted all of you before. You gave me reason to believe that you were all such trustworthy people, and then what? You go around and spit on me. Thank you so much for making four years of my life the most miserable time I’ve ever had. Straight up from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you all so much for ruining my name. Thanks for spreading those rumors. Thanks for proving to me that all of you deserve to be fucked in the ass with a motherfucking flaming dildo. I really, really, really, really hate you. All of you. Every single one of you. I fucking hope you fall into a hole and rot there. I hope a lion mauls all of your faces. I hope a sadistic murderer kills you in the slowest, most excruciating way possible. Fuck you. No words can describe the complete and utter hatred I have towards all of you.
