To be honest, there were way too many painful memories associated with my last facebook account. Not to mention there was a pretty bad outbreak of chaos over the stupid ice bucket challenge that hit me while I was mourning. You know the seven stages of grief? Yeahhh.So I, being a goddamn moron, should have iM’d the lass and told her that I wouldn’t do it. But I made a scene and got attacked by her, her friend, and this random chick that dropped out of uarts and only shows her face when she wants to be a condescending jerk. So, after being called a bitch like 1800 times and told that I’m a terrible lazy person that let her cat die by people who don’t even know me (oh yes, and I know I’m not the only one who suffers from this mental illness), I closed the other account. Nothing like being told that no one cares about you and carry on and that you should just shut up and deal with things because “that’s life”, ahahahahah!!I narrowly escaped clocking out as it were. I gotta say, UArts breeds the most kind, loving artists known to man. *knocks on wood*But I’m guilty in this too I suppose. I should have sent a personal message. I mean, I was disappointed that I was a ladt minute thought. That’s generally how these things go with people I know. I’m what the apostrophe replaces in contractions replaces.The terrible things that were said to me, man. Super bad.Like “Get over it” and “no one cares” and the best onethe best one being “You neglected to take care of your cat and yourself while your fiance took care of you and the caaat”*Searching for surveillance cameras*Apparently this omniscient being told me that I killed my cat and I’m a fat lazy slob! (Oh, and a bitch!) Even told my fiance to go kill herself! And there were a lot of things in between. Let's take a look at these inspirational quotes from some of the best and most touching activists of all time!
No my dear, ALS didn't cause it. The ice bucket challenge did.
And there's a lot more where that came from. I admit that I did say some pretty harsh things, I.e. the bucket challenge is dumb and lost all meaning, but where we were explaining ourselves, they were making underhanded and very hurtful statements.Shit, cyber bullying is fun!But enough moping, right?I lost my psuedo-child to FIP and i should get over it because everyone loses their cat to it, apparently. Then again if that was the case, I am certain that UC Davis ans SOCKFIP would have a surplus of funds. Maybe there’d be a cure for FIP since /everyone/ loses their cats and kittens to it. I understand the one friend I had-- she lost her friend to ALS. Tommy and Megan (the other chick who i blocked before moving) were just there to blow everything out of proportion. I don't know if the lass thinks of us as friends anymore. We said a lot of things out of anger and it hurt. Shots were fired. Blood was shed. Hell, when Megan and Tommy whipped out their .45 calibers and made me use them as ear tips, I crumpled and hid.
Apparently in my fucked out phase, I downed an overdose of sleeping pills and anti anxiety meds, only to vom in my sleep and wake up vomiting the next day. I figured "hey, those people said no one cares about me! Let me go on ahead and down these pills."
Smart of me, huh?
Weird how hashtag activism ruins lives. Though at least now I have an excuse to blot out all those condescending jerks who were waiting for me to burn and die.So thanks, IceBucketChallenge for giving me this outlet and almost killing me! HAHAHAHHASo in short, this social activism thing is a pain. It mostly makes people forget the original point of the thing. (Watch all the IceBucketChallenge videos and count how many refer to ALS or what it is!)Instead, educate people about it. Spread awareness.And stop looking like an asshole, like the people that kicked me in the teeth for mentioning that I’m in mourning and wouldn’t do the challenge.*hic*.www.alsa.org/