On The Outside

This is a public service announcement. From here on out, I am officially not taking any bullshit from anyone about anything. I have had it up to my hairy armpits with your drama. I do not give a shit who fucked who, whose dad walked out on them, whose soul id drowning in a sea of despair and torment, etc. The last few months have been nothing but dumb drama, pregnant chicks, divorces, isolation, and in-fighting. I am not a dumping group for your emotional waste. Being my friend is not an excuse to lay your problems at my feet like I'm some kinda guru whose gonna make it all better. I am not here to sooth your emotional butthurt.

If you feel like this is directed at you, it probably is.

IN OTHER NEWS~~~~

I'm attending FWA on saturday! I'm excited, its gonna be my first furcon~

I do not want to write love on my arms. If I wanted to do that I'd use a pink marker and make little hearts and unicorns.

I do not want you or your shitty garage band to play some concert to raise awareness, funds, or spirits. I do not give a hoot if your band is famous, Christian, or whatever else makes you think you can help.

I do not want trendy t-shirts and stickers on the back of stranger's cars, as if these will make me feel less alone.

I do not want my self-injury, recovery from addiction, or depression/suicide to become something with a social movement behind it, especially one that connects to some ministry, as if I needed someone else's god (or any god) to get clean, sober, uninjured, happy, or SAVED.

I do not want to be rescued, love the movement (even if it loves me first) or stop the bleeding. The bleeding may be all that's keeping me together.

I want someone to look at my scars, my drugs, my shame, my suicidal depression, my WHATEVER problem and say "I will help make a space in this world for you."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Write_Love_on_Her_Arms