Okay, I'll be perfectly deadass, I chose to come back.
I don't fucking know why I even decided to come back to this god awful place. At this point I'm just fucking bringing unnecessary stress onto my already stressed out dumbass. Am I a masochist!? Do I secretly enjoy the emotional anguish I suffer from the idea of this fucking place!? Again, don't fucking know, and I don't believe I ever will know!
I have little to no hope that me being here again will even make an impact other than retraumatization.
But I mean, that little hope I do have is very strong. So yes. Tumblr is horrible. It's meant for no-lifes and malicious ongoingson. It harbors horrible people who either deserve to be on severe probation or behind bars forever. I thought about something though. Despite my trauma and the horrific things I went through at the hands of the monsters in this place, for some weird reason, I feel as if I can somehow make the nightmares calm down. Not just for me, but for other people who are still suffering on this website. Maybe a sprinkle of hope?
I think about my time on Tumblr a lot. The small pockets of joy nestled in between the mountains of horror and fear. How despite the drama, there were still people who remained as my followers. A couple of the friends I made here. Yes, very few friends, but enough to where I didn't feel so alone anymore.
So I hope I can be a break from the hideous halls of nonsense victim-blaming and dogwhistles. Getting back to real life.
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