Well. I made that other post, took a short break, came on here again hoping to see something funny and cheer myself up. Instead:
1) Weird over-analysis of Kyubey
2) Even worse Ferguson stuff
3) Mila Kunis flipping her shit on a guy for saying that he and his wife were having a baby
4) People being shitty to eachother for no reason
In conclusion: That’s enough tumblr for one night. I feel like throwing up.
Wow op. Could you be any more of an asshole? Why don’t you throw a few more quotation marks onto the “”“”“”“”“”“”apathy”“”“”“”“”“”” that we have here on tumblr.
I did not maintain a single friendship from back in high school. I have never had a boy/girlfriend then or now. I have made almost no attempt to make friends here on the internet. There are people I know. (Draven, Ashlyn, Emily, Lauren, Patricia, Sarah) that I could probably talk to whenever I want. But I won’t.
Sometimes I feel like I would be… less sad if I had friends. But I just can’t put the effort into having friends. It would probably just give me more peoples’ problems to be upset about.
I am crippled by the state of society. Six years and two therapists were unable to make me take the weight of the world off my shoulders. As a white person, I am acutely aware that I benefit from privilege. As a bisexual I feel like I should be oppressed, but I’ve never dated, so when would it ever have happened? The only people whose opinions I care about are the hundreds of artists I’m following on tumblr, and I know I can’t do anything to get their approval. It hurts that the world is so broken and that despite being told that people like me rule the planet, I can’t do anything to change it.
I feel so angry at everything and everyone. I don’t understand why I care so much that people are oppressed, or sad, or dying, when I just hate all of them so much.
I feel like screaming. Or clawing my eyes out. Or biting into someone’s flesh. Breaking things, crashing cars, shooting guns, deleting my tumblr, unfollowing everyone who posts things that make me hurt. But I won’t do any of those things. I’ll just post this. And cry.
If I thought anyone would really read this, I wouldn’t post it. I guess if I keep posting art before too long I’ll get enough followers that I get responses to these text posts. I won’t make them after that.
My life is nothing. And no matter how much I feel like it will become something, that I am destined for greatness, I am useless here. I have accomplished less in my life than many have in shorter ones. I dream of changing the world. But people don’t change. People hurt you.
I don’t come on tumblr to be entertained anymore. I followed a thousand artists to be drowned in a sea of artistic genius, and instead became entrenched in humanity’s woes. I only come here to see what I should be pissed off about today.
Tumblr makes me feel as though my problems don’t matter, in the worst possible way. What good are my tears to the people who suffer and die? What severity is my tragedy while the world rots?
i can tolerate only the art i’ve drawn in like. 5 days
everything which is older makes me want to cry just by looking at it
Don’t do it. It always helps to see where we’ve come from. I know you’ve been down on yourself lately, but if you see this I want you to know that I enjoy your art.