Fuck this website though.

I mean it’s a bit ironic and hypocritical that this is being posted on here, but fuck Tumblr man. I don’t know if it’s the available anonymity, the smaller group of followers, the drab website design, or something else, but I hate getting on here.

Everybody is so fucking NEGATIVE on here, be it rants like this, or their daily updates. It’s their blogs and they can post what they want, but it’s all just stuff that makes me say “Shut the fuck up already, this is getting old”.

I don’t give a fuck about your relationship issues, your suicidal threats to get attention, your obvious horniness from a dry spell, your diet and how everyone should eat like you. Your bitching about traffic, bitching about the government, bitching about gas prices, bitching about mean customers, or whatever the fuck it may be. Either address it or keep it in your head.

The world we live in sucks, bad shit happens all the time to everybody, big fucking surprise. I present myself as a funny person because nobody gives a shit what I think about critical issues and why I’m sad. Staying positive and making light of heavy topics keeps everybody happy. I have shitty days, these past few have blown, but I won’t go into detail because it’s not important, and not all of it is anybody’s business.

I hope that at least 1 person agrees with me, and all the people I see on here are completely different versions of their real-life counterparts, I don’t know why. Rants and preaching like this don’t make you or me cool/edgy/unique, and the porn blogs on here are pathetic. I’ll go on pornhub if I want to see sex, go jerk off and stop posting shit you wish you were doing.

But yeah, this’ll be my final post on here, I’ll just leave this website alone from now on, things like Twitter/Facebook/Snapchat keep me happy since the tone and mood is brighter. We’re all hypocrites, we’re all violators, it’s the self-awareness that makes you stand out. Goodnight, and goodbye Tumblr, see you never.

On one hand, finally clearing the air and my lies being exposed means that I can focus on finally getting out of this hole and slowly get back to where I once was. But seeing my mom cry and her heart break never feels good, since it’s what I was trying to prevent. It makes me feel like a piece of shit, and rightfully so, for breaking that trust. It’s hard to believe what I’ve become over the past several months.

If you know what I mean


Spider-Man by Mike Deodato Jr.


Spider-Man by Mike Deodato Jr.

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