I’m just jamming out like:
Then I see something I wanna reblog:
But once I reblog it the music stops and I’m just like:
hearing the sad music
seeing the first picture of a sad looking dog
then the famous person talking about abused animals
then all the other pictures of abused dogs and cats
and by the end I’m just sitting there like
But then you see someone Tumblr famous has posted a picture of a glass of water and it’s got about 18,000 notes.
It’s a sad thing when a person changes. It’s even sadder when it’s for the worse. The past few months I have seen a handful of people who were once so close to me completely ruin themselves. When they allow people with no empathy or compassion, no heart, to take complete control of their lives.
A particular ignorant person has the nerve to play the victim. They’re self-centered enough to believe that the entire world is out to get them. That people, such as myself, actually give a flying fuck what they do with their time, their money, their life. Those who know me at all know that I am the most laid back and forgiving person in the entire world. Don’t cross me, and I won’t cross you. However, when I am repeatedly accused of actions I did not commit; Repeatedly harassed and badgered over the internet; Repeatedly mocked and teased via pictures or text, I will strike back. Those who know me at all also know that I am not one to cause a confrontation, but they also know very well that I will not sit quietly and allow these idiotic things to take place. And when I retaliate, it’s not a retaliation of violence, or revenge. It’s one of humor. I do things that will make myself, and my friends, and my family laugh at the situation. I can make fun of myself and I can handle anything thrown at me. I don’t throw temper tantrums. I don’t cry myself to sleep about it. I laugh. Every single time. Simply because it is borderline scary how seriously said individual takes it.
In the past few months, I’ve tried ignoring this person. I’ve tried reaching an agreement, compromising. I’ve tried avoiding anything that has to do with them. I’ll give this person some credit- they’re persistent. I respect that. What I don’t respect is being so persistent that you become annoying and disruptive to my life. The things you have said and done do not bother me. Instead, they make me feel bad for you. They make me feel bad that you can drag something so petty on for so long. It had become humorous to me, but to you, you are still bothered by it. And that is simply sad to see. I don’t want to hear about you anymore. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to deal with you. You are a waste of space and a waste of my time. I’m over you, everyone else is over you. It’s about time you got over yourself.