None of you know me. Because not single one of you has ever made any sort of attempt to get to know me in any sort of way, in relation to anything whatsoever, be that happy or sad, serious or goofy, legit or perceived. Not one of you made any effort ever. I’ve been nice so many fucking times I’ve lost count - I made comments, I replied to stuff, I messaged people when I noticed they were feeling down, I gave tips when I could, I liveblogged stuff for those occupied to see it (only ever gotten told off for that too, not even once thanked). And guess what, I think I could count on one hand how many times someone actually reacted to it. The rest - not even as much as to tell me to fuck off.
And now you talk to me about sympathy. Now you call me names. Now you tell me I have issues. Now you expect me to be considerate of you and your histories. What the fuck gives you the right??? You keep ignoring someone when it’s evident they have problems, because… because gods even know why (because they’re problematic?), and you consider yourself welcoming and sympathetic and whatever? And it’s all for posting stuff on their blog (“it’s your blog, post what you want”), that’s not even tagged for anything possibly tracked? (Even that rant only tagged with my own personal tag for my own personal opinions so that people who aren’t interested in that can fucking have it on blacklist and not show up on their fucking dash, like I have been doing for quite some time.)
Fuck you. Fuck you and your shallow conditional community. And yeah, fuck me for not being a fucking rape victim (has anyone else not being one actually gotten to the point where they wished they would be?). You know where the unfollow button is, I found it on all your blogs.