Reblogged from no-other-bekah724
Yo, first off, this petty writing on Tumblr venting about how you feel about me needs to stop. If you want to tell me how you feel I prefer you speak to me about it. I gave you the courtesy of texting and confronting you about how I really felt about your toxic and somewhat draining relationship with your boyfriend or ex boyfriend, or whatever. But I guess the only way I can get to you is through this since Tumblr seems to be your preferred means of communication. I came to you with every single issue I had with you and did not talk shit behind your back because I told you upfront about it. I consider this talking shit behind my back and I’m sort of disappointed that you don’t have the courtesy to give me the same respect I gave to you, but I guess that’s just the person you are. I obviously know this post is about me, I’m not stupid. Don’t pretend to text me happy birthday like you care if you obviously are harboring these feelings about me. I definitely gave you the benefit of the doubt, hoping that the things that people were telling me that you said about me weren’t true, because I thought you were a better person than that. But you stoop to this level? Writing a pretty lame post about me? It just shows to the world how ignorant you are and the real world intelligence that you lack. Life isn’t a blog where you can vent your feelings to and hope it goes away. This shit is public and people can see it. It’s “your life and you can do what you want” as reference from your last vent post, but you’re setting yourself up for a very sad interpretation of the world. I honestly feel bad for you. I know you’re really sheltered and don’t really understand what reality is like, but I can tell you that it’s not writing your problems that you have with people online. In fact, that’ll just create more problems for you. Out of all the people I thought you would understand the type of person I am and what I tolerate and what I don’t. You even supported me when another friend had this same issue where she would post her feelings and I confronted her about it. Now you’re contradicting yourself and doing the same things she did. I guess I had misleading ideas of the type of person you were, but now I know. The reason I distanced myself from you was because I just couldn’t sit back and see you hurt yourself. I truly cared about you and only had your best interest at heart, but I feel like your relationship with this dude who lied to you countless, countless times had more importance to you than any of your friends. But, I really do feel bad for you. That you would degrade your self-worth for a dude that lies to you and continues to lie to you. I just hope some day you realize what you put yourself through, and that you have the potential to be a truly happy person. But on that note, farewell, and good riddance.
Do us both a favor and get outta my life, please. I’m not dealing with unnecessary things anymore. Do you and I’m gonna do me. People say when you say you don’t care, that means you really do care deep down inside but at this point, I legitimately don’t care. Do what you want and say what you want. At the end of the day, who is the one actually bothered? Not me…I’m doing my own shit now. I mean, I guess I’m sorry I don’t care? You just don’t really mean anything to me any longer and I’m fine with that.
Reblogged from pearl-beaches
sometimes when I’m angry or stressed or sad I think about whales just swimming around in the ocean, doing whale shit. like, they’re the biggest goddamn mammals on the planet. they don’t have time for little problems. there’s too much chill-ass whale shit to do.
basically what I am saying is that whales are my happy place.