Live and let live, but seriously, I'm just legitimately concerned.
I can’t even.
People who write stuff like that (and who blatantly admit past experiences with abuse) need help.
Granted, I absolutely agree that writing is a form of expression and an outlet for emotion but honestly, what the hell kind of reaction would you expect when you publish something like that in a forum like tumblr? You knew you were going to receive both good and bad reception and what kind of tidal wave that would create.
Some people just go too far into the most menial things. Sweetheart, write until your hands are sore and your vision gets fuzzy to your heart’s content; but for the love of God, please take a break at least once and get some proper help.
“You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts. You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.”—Dear Sugar, The Rumpus (via ceedling)
There really shouldn’t be this fucking much to talk about. I should know, I did it for 2 years. You serve food. The end. Shut the fuck up about dress shirts and dry cleaning. You have to get tested on the menu? Boo hoo. This is me not caring.
I really couldn’t give two fucks about it.
So kindly STFU and go back to your bacon pineapple guacamole flashcards.