We are sick, fucked up and complicated. We are chaos, we can't be cured. - Marilyn Manson
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We are sick, fucked up and complicated. We are chaos, we can't be cured. - Marilyn Manson

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You are not alone. And I hope when you look at me, you see that. I hope that you see how loved and cared for you are, and that even when you’re scared and struggling, you don’t have to feel that you’ve been abandoned. Because I am with you. And that won’t change.
Marisa Donnelly
Blowing off Steam
According to my mother, I am not allowed to be into anything. I am not allowed to have any sort of love towards something. She sees me as mental, being wrong in the brain. To her, I’m not normal. Just because I’m into what I am into. I gave up going to conventions. I gave up other fandoms, Star Wars, Transformers, Marvel, and the like. I found something else, something I thought would be better. But according to her, it’s not. It’s just the same. She doesn’t care how much she hurts me with her words. How much her view of me hurts. Just cause she thinks I’m not normal. Just because I have something that makes me happy, makes me deal with life. An escape that I can go to. To her, I am only to exist. To not be anything. Telling me hurtful things. Things that make me want to cry. Why I was born to someone like her, is beyond me. Everyone has something they are into, something they can escape to. Some love reading, while others are drawn to fandoms, where they can make friends and find like minded people. It just hurts and eats me up inside, knowing my mom has such thoughts of me. She doesn’t care that it hurts me. Doesn’t care about anything that affects me. I will never get out of the fandom I am in. I will never stop learning the language I love. Never give up watching what I like. Once I am able to move from here, away from her, I will no longer have her in my life. She has hurt me way too much, for way too long, and I will not take anymore. I will not change for anyone, just cause they think what I’m into is unhealthy. There are way more unhealthy things to be into, like drugs and the such. She should be happy that I’m not into such things, and that what I am into, is fine and that it makes me happy. I had to get this out, and I wanted to get it out here. It’s one of the few places I have to blow of stream and get my thoughts out. Thank you for understanding and reading.
Is it a universal tumblr experience to use tags as secondary thoughts about my main thought?
2.7.20
When you begin to realize that thing they loved about you, that was cute and endearing, is annoying now. It's hurtful. They want you to change. To be sweet and loving.
I'm doing the same thing I always have been. I've been very honest about it. I can't change it and I won't.
I can't help it if you think I'm mean now.

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You can't openly love me, because I'm not fitting in your picture of the perfect girlfriend. I'm not the problem. Your problem is my appearance, my social status and what your friends think. So congratulations, even if you wake up, I already saw your ugly face and won't fall for it anymore.
L.B.
Always get told I'm weird when meeting someone new
Is anyone else having problems with their avatar not changing the image when trying to on you blog?