a message from muttstache-deactivated20130329
You need to realize something, too: Getting hate is a hundred times worse than seeing someone get hate, so pardon me for ruining your pretty dashboard by replying to messages which I refuse to swallow without standing up for myself. I’m not just posting the hate I get, I’m replying to it, clearing things up, defending myself. You think I’m mad when I reply to these messages? Well you fucking hit the bull’s eye. I don’t know about you, but when I wake up in the morning and read mean messages in my inbox, it doesn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it just makes me mad because I know I didn’t do anything to deserve hate. Why do I even get hate? If it’s because people think I’m popular here, they can’t be more mistaken. Trust me, I’m not part of the popular clique here and I have no desire to be, so don’t waste your breath hating on me for something you think I am or have. And really, did I ever come across as that type of person who frets over every word she posts, worrying about whether she’ll lose followers over it? Did I ever give you the impression that I’m blogging just to amass followers? I don’t think so. I’ve been using Tumblr long enough to know that it’s not all about your follower count. Which is why I can tell SO MUCH about you when you started talking about losing followers, or to be more specific, about what I should do to hang on to my followers.
Just motivate people, is it that hard? Seriously, who the fuck do you think I am, your motivation vending machine? I hate to break it to you, but I’m a real person and I have struggles of my own. I’m not here just to give motivation, I’m here to find it because I need it myself. So telling me to shut up unless what I have to say will motivate people makes you an asshole in my book.
Of course, I could’ve made my life easier by just replying with this classic: IT’S MY STINKING BLOG. I can post whatever I want because in my blog I’m the king and queen both, just like everyone else is in theirs. I can post a picture of a hairy man in a sports bra and a turban, and there’s absolutely nothing anyone can do about it. In fact, I think I will.