my sweet sweet danniboo and I were talking last night
and we both decided we’re pretty over Tumblr and life is stressin’ us out. He deleted his, but I have some decent material here that I’d like to keep so I won’t do that. But yeah I’m feeling finished with zero temptation to “sneak back sometimes” or anything
You all know where to find me by now etc etc and if you don’t I dunno what to tell you
This thing, with the getting and the respecting, sometimes seems to be at the roots of a lot of conversations that go horribly wrong. The person who demands understanding about something that is hard to understand is going to be as frustrated as the person trying to articulate that something cannot be understood unless it’s an experience. And what many people seem to miss in these conversations is that when you are demanding that you need to ‘get’ something to be on board with it, you’re singling it out as abnormal and weird. You are actually demanding a justification for its existence, not supporting someone whom you’re claiming to want to work in solidarity with.
my social media decrease has been great, but it did not make me “better” (what the fuck does that mean) by any means because I forgot I cannot shut off real life lolol. Oh well, I tried it.
I am going to take a suggestion s.e. smith made over the Twitterings and start “grading” my days categorically in one of these notebooks I got for my last birthday until I get some legit therapy again.
Fuck Tumblr. I hate this fucking setup and I hate the people who run it and I hate the fact that “blogging” has become just this stupid fucking concept that means anyone can turn their inane, useless thoughts into gold and become “Tumblr famous.” Maybe it’s just who I follow, but there is no middle ground. It’s either white-supremacist, illiterate cocks, or the people I agree with, or sometimes disagree with but can’t really because my privilege and station in life render my opinion moot. And I agree with that.
Obviously I can only live in a world that only includes me, myself, and my thoughts.
Fuck this shit.
You all can just keep reblogging fucking pictures of food, celebrities, and dogs and talk about your “feels.” All this does is make me feel even more isolated than I am.
I can’t stand it. I can’t stand you.
Oh, and fuck Instagram and everyone who uses it.
/end angry post
Edited slightly for accuracy. Lolol shit I just checked my dash for the first time in a few days and this is what I seeeeeee and it speaks to my soul
I think my “break from the internet” pretty much just became a break from Tumblr. The longer I’m away from it the more I’m like why am I still here