I am beyond defending myself as a fat human being.
I am over being contextually seen as the Great Marshonne.
I give zero fucks about what you think I should idealistically be doing/happen to be good at/blah blah blah.
I don't have the patience for vampires. Y'all seriously 'bout to get staked.
There comes a (tipping) point when you finally have to put the burden of being your supposed self down, and really start delivering YOU.
I don't vent. I do not have a paper diary that I consistently write in (I'll do it maybe every couple of months...) I don't tell the people that I have problems with why I have a problem with them. I stay silent and go about my (un)merry way.
People wonder why I don't agree/hang out more/do X,Y,Z... because I've heard some variation of all that shit at one point or another, and I either don't care to begin with, or someone has proven by their actions that caring is futile.
So yeah, I have a deep self loathing- I'm either too good for something, or far from good enough (I've been told both of those things)
I don't have a solid sense of self esteem.
I actively practice mild forms of self hate.
I dislike most people.
I'm nowhere as strong as my circle seems to think I am.
I'm tired of the approval and the criticism.
I really don't care what most people think of me; and the ones that actually mean something, are no where to be found when I need them. (thanks for the solidification of action/word agreement.)
I'm not suicidal- please don't come clamoring to my electronic or physical door freaking out about that. What this is, is an extremely pissed off M. I've hit my limit with ALL THE FUCKING BULLSHIT THAT HAS BEEN MY LIFE FOR THE PAST FEW YEARS.
And I know exactly what I'm going to do about it.
So don't be surprised if I disappear for awhile- or if you get cut from my life. I'm throwing out a lot of garbage; and everything/everyone is fair game.
