vent I might delete that I will regret posting
Thereās nothing like an argument to get you thinking about what the people you care about really mean to you. Itās almost like having a breakdown makes you more deserving of being called selfish than ever, as if your life is really that great. Do you think that people like that can understand what itās like to have expectations of treatment for yourself? To feel safe for once? Why do I even bother? So, why pretend to care? Why care about any word that you hear? Why does it matter? If thereās a time in your life where you canāt trust anyone to love you anymore, then why⦠anything?
To live is to change; to die is to change, as well. But one of these stops, and the other doesnāt. Sometime long ago, I decided that Iād rather change, and that Iād rather not cease, so there was really only the path of eternal life. When I faced death within minutes, from someone who was supposed to love me, Iād have rather lived, yes? Why is that? Itās change, again. I wanted so desperately to change. I couldnāt die as whatever they called me. Perhaps itās also spite. If this life is so cruel now, Iāll continue living miserably, and hope that it will change. Part of itās me. Part of it isnāt. And thatās realistic, I feel.
You know, when I was a child, my parents told me that Iād die soon, for months on end. I donāt think that they remember, or even care. Funnily enough, I remember, and I care. What was even the point in that? What was the cause? Something more minor than they made it out to be. Itās like the idea of it negatively affecting their child was completely absurd. Can you believe it? Iām sick of it. Always the same, same, same. If they know me, itās terrible, and if they donāt know me, itās pleasant, because none of that baggage exists. In fact, I think thatās why I like fandom culture so much. I can empathize with people that donāt even exist, and talk with people who will never see me again, and if things go south, I can just leave. Itās that simple. The outcome can only ever be āgood.ā
I donāt really know what to say anymore. I feel somewhat better thanks to writing this. Iāll see you, Tumblr.











