women, bears, music, and dogs. NSFW.
“Some people have real problems and you’re sitting around crying because you think you’re fat and some girl doesn’t love you. Wake the fuck up! I would unfollow you, but at this point I’m waiting for you to slit your wrists over your nonexistant suffering. She doesn’t care. Stop shoveling food in your mouth and get off the couch. Quit bitching.”
—Anonymous
anon, have you ever readthe perks of being a wallflower? if you have, this may ring a bell:
“and even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.”
i’m sick of anonymous fuckwits making commentary on my life,enlightenedas it may be. there are people hurting all over this world, there are people in deeper trouble, there are people with less privilege if you’d like to go there. i recognise that. even i have been through things in my twenty-two years that would warrant greater suffering than “some girl doesn’t love you.” but that was then, and this is now, and this is what i have. even if you were my closest friend, you wouldn’t know the whole story - you cannot know every detail of a person’s life unless you are living it yourself. based on that fact alone i would say that you’re less than qualified to determine how real or existent my problems are, and even less to give ignorant, unsought advice.
i’m wide awake, dear anon, and it is painful. i was going to dismiss this message because i doubted my energy to respond to it, but in the end i decided against that merely to offer you one suggestion. though you have belittled me, i would caution you to be kind. you have no idea how close to the edge anyone may be, and unless you are truly as cruel as you’ve let on here, i doubt you’d like to have someone’s blood on your hands.
*slow clap*
My heart hurts.
You hold all the cards. It makes me sick.