OMG I'M A BAD INFLUENCE YOU GUYS.
So someone left me an anonymous comment on my FO post, and then deleted it so I received an email with it, but I have no proof. This person is obviously on my friends list, as you will see. I want you to tell me who the fuck you are, you god damned coward. Step the fuck up you cunt and talk to me about this, you bitchass pussy. This was the comment.
You’re a horrible influence over all of your friends list. You promote drug use, and alcoholism. You’re practically a drug dealer in your own right. You make drugs sound like they’re great and everyone should do them. Drugs are horrible, and they do horrible things to you. You shouldn’t make them seem like they’re acceptable, you completely skip over how they destroy your life and especially yourself. I lost my aunt to a crack addiction, drugs are not fun and they are not an acceptable past time. But what can I expect from someone who likes grunge. Everyone in that genre is a drug addict, especially your sick idolization of Kurt Cobain and the fact that you actually like Courtney Love. You talk about Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin like they’re people to be admired. These people were good for nothing junkies, when it all came down to it. You should be ashamed with yourself, you’re disgusting.
…WHAT!?!
You fucking IDIOT. Are you blind? You couldn’t be more fucking wrong. Do you actually read my entries? Let me give you this response because you’re too much of a fucking pussy to actually confront me, you immature cowardly fuck.
I have never glorified or glamorized drugs. I know, more then most people, how much they fuck up your life. I’ve lost countless friends to addictions, seriously -dozens of people that I’ve loved and cared about deeply. I have personally seen friends, lovers and even MYSELF be completely ruined by addiction. I have never had an entry anywhere along the lines of “OMG LOLZ. DRUGS ARE HELLA GREAT U GUYZ!11!!1!! U SHOULD ALL HELLZA DO THEM!11! ALL THE COOL KIDS R!!11!”
There is nothing glamorous about addiction, but I’ll be perfectly honest, the drugs themselves can be beautiful. What they do to you? Not so much. Addiction is a disease that manifests nothing positive. I have nearing a decade of first hand experience with this.
When you are so far gone that you start stealing money from your parents and lying to your closest friends. It kills you, but you do it anyway. You hurt those you care about the most because addiction can make you do things that, in any other circumstance, you would never even consider. I have lived through the disgusting things that happen to you. Where you can’t smell anything because your nostrils are too inflamed, sore and bloody. When you can’t taste anything other than the salty drip trickling down the back of your throat, raw and stinging. You can’t even swallow without gagging. Where you always feel like you’re going to vomit, and your head is spinning and you can’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that you feel like you’re brain is going to melt. When you always feel like you have to sneeze, but you can’t -that painful stinging and tingling that you can’t ignore for the life of you. When your gums are always stained with blood, they blister and chafe against your lips. All you have to do to break the sores is touch your tongue to them and a painful searing lightning bolt of pain courses through you. When your jaw is tired and throbs because you’re always clenching and grinding your teeth. Where your entire body shakes, and you feel like you’re always a second a way from a heart attack BECAUSE IT WON’T STOP BEATING LIKE YOU JUST RAN A FUCKING SPRINT MARATHON ACROSS THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET. Where you fuck over people you care about it and say and do horrible things because you’re so fucking lost in that overpowering force that consumes you with the need, the fucking compulsion. You’re always sick, and you’re losing weight and your body is so unhealthy that you can’t sleep or eat without feeling like you’re going to die. IT I NOT A PRETTY, BEAUTIFUL, GLAMOROUS THING.
Also. HOW DARE YOU BRING MY TASTE IN MUSIC INTO THIS. Nirvana fucking saved my life, you cunt. But I have never idolized Kurt Cobain, I have never aspired to be Courtney Love. NEVER. The lyrics, the music, it helped me -it was something to identify with, to make me feel like I wasn’t alone. I love Janis and Jim because of their prestigious artistic talent, because I could relate to them. How dare you say that they were good for nothing. They have helped countless people I know. Addiction and drugs may change how you act, but they do not make you any less of a person, they do not make you “good for nothing”. How could you even say that when their music has fucking changed the world for the better? How do you have the audacity and the nerve to even consider such blasphemous and incorrect opinions? Fuck you.
You can not tell me to be ashamed of myself, you can not tell me I am disgusting. I have done shameful things, I have done disgusting things -this I know of, and will never deny. But I am not a bad person, and I am not a disgusting or shameful person. I’ve made bad decisions, I fully acknowledge and admit this. But just because I’ve done drugs does not make me any less of person, none the less a disgusting person or a bad one.
I’ve never even glamorized smoking, another addiction. It does ugly things to you. You have a hacking cough that is not appealing in the least. Your voice sounds like you’ve got gravel coating your fucking larynx. You lose the hairs in the nose because you fucking burn them. You can’t smell or taste shit like you used to. Your skin and hair are always dry, your teeth yellow and you always smell like fucking smoke. It’s poisonous, it’s not a pretty thing, no matter how pretty it can appear to look. You twitch and become a mean ass motherfucker if you don’t get your regular nicotine fix. Cigarettes are just another addiction, even if it’s legal one.
Fuck you. Have the balls to fucking say this shit to my face you pussy ass motherfucker. I’ll find out who the fuck you are, you have my fucking word. You better sleep with one eye open.