Sunday night boredom leads to making some stuff. Just a bit of some screenshots I’ve collected in the past few months from heartless jerks. Look at me living, you big fucking turds. (Side note: sad part is that there are so many more where these came from)
Everyone reblog this because it’s important to see how peoples attitude’s towards rape victims still are today. This was someone very close to me and this time it’s not just another thing getting passed around on the internet that you can easily distance yourself from, it’s very real to me.
" When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own. "
But then I reread that text, and my heart literally feels like it’s breaking. I considered overdosing last night, when I saw all the pills sitting in front of me. I imagining slicing up my arms until I was fucking flayed. I don’t tell anyone anymore, because I’m sick of getting treated like I’m going to act on these outbursts. That just makes it worse. I can’t even talk to him without it hurting. I just feel so small and insignificant.