Just in case some of you didn’t see, I made a new tumblr.
The url is themindofmeeks.tumblr.com so please follow so I can follow all of you. :D
Well guys, I finally did it.
This blog will still be my own personal vent space, but I’ll probably be on the other one more. Follow me so I can follow you guys too! :D
It’s themindofmeeks.tumblr.com and although I don’t have a profile picture yet, I can assure you that it is in fact me. :)
Why delete it?
I never have any inspiration for pretty much anything anymore. Writing down things just makes me feel weird now. I’m not sure why, but maybe it’s just because of all the bad memories that I’m trying to get out of my skull that are associated with this.
The new one will probably have a dream journal section or something, and I’ll definitely put up a link on this one.
It’d be refreshing to start from scratch, yknow?
Anonymous
I don’t usually reblog stuff, but I feel as though it’s entirely necessary to point out that this is wrong. Horribly, tragically wrong. Probably written by some 15 year old girl who chased after assholes because “they’re more interesting and fun and blah blah blah” and ended up getting hurt because of their own stupidity. Listen, you can actually tell if a guy is going to use you or not after knowing him for a little less than a day. You also have the apparently impossible option to say no.
I’m gonna share a small story, just for you people who think I’m wrong. For those of you who think all guys want is to fuck, smoke, drink, and fuck. Sure, some guys do, but so do most girls. The story is of my ex. (oooh cliche ahur dur dur) Well, I was with her for 3 years. Most of high-school. We didn’t have sex until about 2 years into the relationship. You know what happened after that? I didn’t think to myself “Golly, now I can have sex with whoever I want! Yay! I’m awesome!” I didn’t think “Ohh, I guess this will have to do until I can find someone more attractive.” The only thought I had was that I loved her-as much as a stupid fucking teenager could, anyway.
You know what happened after that? She left me. I apparently wasn’t good enough for her. She was so obsessed with being like her friends and going out to parties with them, getting shitfaced drunk, going to the beach, that she couldn’t bother to think about me or have any real feelings for me other than pity. So she left me. Has probably fucked a few guys already, despite her supposed “self respect.” Hell, she probably even did it with some guy right before she ended it with me, just so she had an excuse to get away from “the perfect guy” as she said.
The point of all this? To prove that the words in this picture are all horseshit. Plain and simple. You think she has feelings for me in the slightest? We were both eachother’s first, and look what happened. No, you see: most women are heartless creatures. You can’t pin the all the blame on the few guys who found away to exploit this for their own gain. Hell, they’ve probably been through some of the same shit I’ve been through.
TL;DR: Fuck off, you whiny bitch. Shit happens to all of us, not just women.
