To whoever keeps sending those messages — and to anyone else who needs to hear this:
I’ve kept quiet for a while now, hoping you’d get bored and crawl back into whatever dark little hole you came from. But clearly, you’re persistent. Ask after ask filled with hate, death threats, racial slurs, and just pure cruelty — and for what? To prove something? To feel powerful?
Let me be blunt: you’re pathetic.
It takes no strength, no courage, and no intelligence to sit behind a screen and type the ugliest things you can think of. You're not clever. You're not scary. You’re just… sad. And I genuinely mean that. I don't know what you're going through, but whatever it is, you’ve decided to take it out on someone else instead of dealing with it like a human being.
What you clearly don't seem to understand is that I have a life outside of this blog. A real one. And it’s not always easy. I’ve been struggling — more than I let on. Some days, just holding on has felt like a full-time job. So no, I don’t have the time or the energy to sit around crafting responses to whatever bitter garbage you decide to send next. I barely have the energy to get through my day sometimes, let alone entertain someone who thinks anonymous cruelty is a personality trait.
So I’m telling you now: leave me alone. Leave my friends alone.
Whatever twisted satisfaction you’re chasing — you won’t find it here.
I’m not here for drama, for games, or for people like you. I’m here to create, to connect, and to find small moments of peace in a world that’s already hard enough. If that threatens you? If that bothers you so much that you feel the need to attack me for it?
That’s your problem. And I hope one day you figure out how to deal with it without trying to ruin someone else’s day.
Until then — you are nothing to me. Just noise. Static. Dust.
I’m focusing on healing. On surviving. On real things, real people, and real love.
You? You can stay lost in your hate. Alone.
Because that’s all you’re left with, isn’t it? No real connection, no fulfillment, just this endless cycle of bitterness you keep feeding like it’s the only thing keeping you warm. And maybe it is. Maybe that’s all you’ve got. But don’t drag the rest of us into it. Don’t claw at others just because you’re drowning in your own misery.
I’m not responsible for your emptiness.
Block buttons exist for a reason. Boundaries exist for a reason. And if it hasn’t sunk in yet, let me make it crystal clear: you are not welcome here.
This space — this little corner of the internet that I’ve built with care, where I share my thoughts, my interests, and connect with people who get it — it’s not for you. It's not for people who come here to spit poison and then vanish like cowards. It never was. And it never will be.
So take your messages, your threats, your slurs — and keep them. Let them rot with you.
I’ve got better things to do.
I’ve got healing to focus on.
I’ve got people who love me, stories I want to tell, laughter I want to hear again.
And you? You’re not even a footnote in that story.
So be bitter. Be alone. Be loud in your little corner, where no one cares.
Because over here, no one has the energy nor the time to spend on you.
You’re not shaking foundations. You’re not making some grand impact. You’re not silencing anyone. You’re just embarrassing yourself, typing the same recycled hate in hopes it’ll land somewhere — but all it does is fall flat. Over and over again.
You’re not scary. You’re not powerful. You’re a whisper trying to scream, and no one’s listening anymore.
So crawl back into whatever place you came from. Sit in your silence.
And watch as the world continues on without you.
