I thought about writing something long and heartfelt, but the simple truth of the matter is, I’m too damned tired and I’m too damned sick.

I deleted because when it comes right down to it, I left high school because petty bullshit is exhausting, and I have never been a fan of Lord of the Flies or The Crucible as a guideline to human behavior.

Watching people unfollow me or cosign that post (many of whom were happy to use me for free therapy or as a suicide hotline) without a word? That was disheartening.

I know very well why I was on that list. I’m not amused. I’m also not surprised. Defaming someone who carries your secrets is a good way to ensure that you won’t have to answer for what you’ve done - to them, anyways.

Suffice it to say that right now, my health takes precedence over lining up to be the target du jour. This isn’t an admission of anything. This is me saying “you, tumblr, are not worth my further debilitation or pain”.

The people who care about me? To you, I’m grateful.