As I’ve increasingly gotten more messages on Tumblr telling me to kill myself, I’ve been doing a little reflecting on myself. And here is what I’ve come up with: I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG TO YOU ANON. But apparently, I’ve done something horribly wrong to whomever you are. So, I apologize. I don’t know what I did or said to make you hate me so much that you want me to end my life. If you would just say something legit to me other than wishing I would go die, I would do my best to remedy my hideous sin. But, you don’t have the balls to own up to what you’re telling me to do with my life.
I’ve also realized that I’m doing you a huge favor. You clearly have nothing better to do than trying to bully me into committing suicide. I don’t see any other reason for you to send me ten messages a day. Therefore, by existing, I’m allowing you to continue to have your purpose in life. If I were to go away, you wouldn’t have a purpose. You would have to grow up or find someone else to harass. I’d rather you try to torment me than hurting someone else. I’m strong enough to take it. But, without your precious little purpose in life, you’re not strong enough to live your own life. People like you make me sick. You gain strength by sucking it out of others. And the only thing on me you can suck is my dick, bitch. So keep sending me messages. I’m waiting for them.