• theangryseal@lemmy.world
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      9 months ago

      I have never abused you.

      I’ve been abusive to people in my life and I’ve held myself accountable. People have been abusive to me and I’ve forgiven them. It’s unfortunately just a part of this whole human experience thing. I’m not getting hung up on it. I’m not special enough to sit and obsess over my pain. I’m one human in a sea of billions of humans all out here experiencing various levels of abuse and pain. I wasn’t born in a place where flies eat my eyeballs while I just try to survive, so I count my blessings and carry on. I think you should too, but hey, you do you, pal.

      You won’t ever be ok just existing if you feel sorry for yourself until you die. But again, you do you. I will forget this interaction even happened in no time flat so I’m not giving it any more of my time.

      You’re a human being. I’m sorry you’ve been abused. I hope your life improves, but that’s up to you.

      It terrifies me and breaks my heart to know that people are out there with worldviews like yours. It really does. Like, holy shit you should probably be on a watchlist. I hope you find a healthy place where you can feel like you belong some day. If you don’t, I hope you don’t go out of your way to hurt people who are just trying to live. For real.

      Good luck. I know you think everyone is your enemy and out to hurt you, but I’m not your enemy and I have no interest in hurting anyone. I genuinely do mean it. Good luck.

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          9 months ago

          Last thing I’ll say and I’m done.

          My advice to you; stop standing in a mirror jerking off thinking about how pitiful you are and how everyone is out to get you.

          You were abused? Me too. Suck it up buttercup.

          I was sexually abused as a child. I was beaten until I was hospitalized as a child on multiple occasions. I was led to believe I was crazy by someone that I loved with all of my heart. I spent a decade being told my memories were all false and I was a monster. When I was five years old I didn’t understand the hollow feeling I felt all the time in my belly. It felt like cold air. It was hunger. My step dad (the first time he met me) found me eating flour from a pan that my mom had used to bread the expired chicken we were given by a church because we were starving. I spent my teenage years homeless and robbing food and alcohol from local gas stations. I was betrayed by people that I thought I could trust over and over again living in that world.

          I know that only your experience matters to you and what the rest of us go through probably don’t mean a goddamn thing because we’re all out to get you or whatever self absorbed self obsessed idea you’ve got buried in that thing you call a brain.

          I’m still living, bud. I’m still making connections, bud. I’m still loving people, bud.

          You gotta suck it the fuck up and keep living. If you don’t want to live among the rest of us then fuck off to a cave somewhere and take a mirror so you can obsess over yourself alone.

          Don’t bother replying to me. I won’t read it. I’m done with this shit. I want to forget about it as soon as possible because your energy is fucking vile.

          I suppose I could have been nicer, but what’s the point? I’m apparently abusing you or whatever…