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so, somehow, that youtube video that Andy made of my metal poem made it on to fark.com, and...wow. some if the meanest things i've ever read in my life were said about me. and i know it shouldn't affect me, i don't even know those assholes, but, it really hurt. So now i'm sitting here, hiding behind my laptop so my boyfriend can't see me, and crying really silently, and i don't even know why. it's not like those fuckheads even know me.
sometimes, i think i should quit.
but what would that solve? what am i solving by even writing?
k
ETA - most were about how I'm either fuckable, or unfuckable, or how they wanted to do lots of violent things to me. Why do people think it's ok to even suggest that shit? Why do I only matter if I'm fuckable?
sometimes, i think i should quit.
but what would that solve? what am i solving by even writing?
k
ETA - most were about how I'm either fuckable, or unfuckable, or how they wanted to do lots of violent things to me. Why do people think it's ok to even suggest that shit? Why do I only matter if I'm fuckable?