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Posted 9 years agoHELLO, HUMANS. I would like one of you to be my new friend! (This basically means add me on skype and talk to me because I'm a lonely ass hoe XD)
My skype; AnthroFan69
My skype; AnthroFan69
TUMBLR YOU SAY??
Posted 10 years agoThat's right, kiddies! I have my own tumblr now! Well, I have a tumblr and three blogs... Here's the link to my main/personal blog, it should lead you to my NSFW art blog, and SFW and gorey art blog!
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
NYEHEHEHEHE (Flies into the distance with a fucking rainbow behind him)
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
http://anthrofan69.tumblr.com/
NYEHEHEHEHE (Flies into the distance with a fucking rainbow behind him)
ANOTHER VENT
Posted 10 years agoHey, guys, it's another vent;
I hate everything about myself. I want to be a man. I want to be everything Ive ever dreamed. why the hell do people, such as my own FMAILY, have to ruin that? I fucking hate this. Why do they do that? How the hell do they push me down, kick me until I cough up blood, and then have the fucking audacity to ask if I'm alright? NO, I'm NOT fucking alright. Mom, if you're monitoring my account; this is to you because I don't have the balls to say it in person;
You make me feel like a worthless pile of shit. I know you think it's an act, but once you see me, dead in the fucking bathroom (or where ever I decide to do it), you won't think it's a 'pity party' anymore. You don't see how real this is, how close I was to doing it, last time. I looked at my wrist, and it took everything in my power not to dig that knife as deep as I could into my skin. You're not a 'mother,' You're a fucking monster. To me, anyways. Is it because I'm not like them? Like my sisters? Is that why you want me to be like them, because they all act 'normal'? I will litterally blow my god damn brains out with dad's gun before I stop being myself. I used to love myself, but then you opened your mouth. 'Weird,' you said. 'Unacceptable.' I'M A FUCKING HUMAN. I CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH BEFORE I SNAP. You're not my mom, you're my obstical to being happy. I hate to say it, but I think i'd be better off without you.
Love/Hate, your SON,
Logan
I hate everything about myself. I want to be a man. I want to be everything Ive ever dreamed. why the hell do people, such as my own FMAILY, have to ruin that? I fucking hate this. Why do they do that? How the hell do they push me down, kick me until I cough up blood, and then have the fucking audacity to ask if I'm alright? NO, I'm NOT fucking alright. Mom, if you're monitoring my account; this is to you because I don't have the balls to say it in person;
You make me feel like a worthless pile of shit. I know you think it's an act, but once you see me, dead in the fucking bathroom (or where ever I decide to do it), you won't think it's a 'pity party' anymore. You don't see how real this is, how close I was to doing it, last time. I looked at my wrist, and it took everything in my power not to dig that knife as deep as I could into my skin. You're not a 'mother,' You're a fucking monster. To me, anyways. Is it because I'm not like them? Like my sisters? Is that why you want me to be like them, because they all act 'normal'? I will litterally blow my god damn brains out with dad's gun before I stop being myself. I used to love myself, but then you opened your mouth. 'Weird,' you said. 'Unacceptable.' I'M A FUCKING HUMAN. I CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH BEFORE I SNAP. You're not my mom, you're my obstical to being happy. I hate to say it, but I think i'd be better off without you.
Love/Hate, your SON,
Logan
I'm Hurting
Posted 10 years agoI'm hurting, right now.
I thought I was ready to move on...- But I could never be more wrong. I still love him. I hate myself for it. He's over me, but I can't help but think about him everyday of my god damn life. I feel hopeless. It's funny really; that how someone can make you feel like you're worth something, but without them, you feel like slitting your wrists. I would give anything to get him back. I want to be there for him. I want to be with him until the end. I want to make him see how lovely and perfect he really is. I want to put my hand on his and say; "I'm so happy you came back." But I can't. I can't and I know it. I underestimated the word 'love.' I didn't know. I didn't realize how much I wanted him. How much I needed him. No, I didn't realize it until it was too late. I bet he hates me. I bet if I called him again, he'll say; "Just give it up. I told you I wasn't coming back, no chance." He did. He said there wasn't a chance anymore...Not for us. I hurt him too many times. Made too many mistakes. I told him there were some mistakes you couldn't fix, and I made the worst one of my god damn life. He was perfect, and he still is. I fucking hate myself; I hate my face, my body, my voice, my gender. Why the fuck can't I be a boy!? Why the fuck did that bearded asshole make me like this? I'm not ready to move on. Please....I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm weak. I'm sorry I'm a little girl! Please forgive me...
Goodnight, guys. Sorry for the rant. I just needed to get it out.
I thought I was ready to move on...- But I could never be more wrong. I still love him. I hate myself for it. He's over me, but I can't help but think about him everyday of my god damn life. I feel hopeless. It's funny really; that how someone can make you feel like you're worth something, but without them, you feel like slitting your wrists. I would give anything to get him back. I want to be there for him. I want to be with him until the end. I want to make him see how lovely and perfect he really is. I want to put my hand on his and say; "I'm so happy you came back." But I can't. I can't and I know it. I underestimated the word 'love.' I didn't know. I didn't realize how much I wanted him. How much I needed him. No, I didn't realize it until it was too late. I bet he hates me. I bet if I called him again, he'll say; "Just give it up. I told you I wasn't coming back, no chance." He did. He said there wasn't a chance anymore...Not for us. I hurt him too many times. Made too many mistakes. I told him there were some mistakes you couldn't fix, and I made the worst one of my god damn life. He was perfect, and he still is. I fucking hate myself; I hate my face, my body, my voice, my gender. Why the fuck can't I be a boy!? Why the fuck did that bearded asshole make me like this? I'm not ready to move on. Please....I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm weak. I'm sorry I'm a little girl! Please forgive me...
Goodnight, guys. Sorry for the rant. I just needed to get it out.
VeNT
Posted 10 years agoHey. I just wanted to tell you guys I'm sorry I've been lacking on the artwork/talking on skype. Frankly, I've been too busy cutting and sulking over my goddamn life than maning up and moving on. Just get prepared for a vent, because all of you are about to hear my thoughts.
I'm fucking broken. I'm not bent anymore, I've snapped. I didn't know I could ever break a promise so quick, but I've been doing it every day now. I've been cutting, yeah, and you know what? It fucking feels so good. I love the feeling of pain, i deserve the feeling of being cut. I deserve to die, but I think the reason it won't happen is because I WANT it to happen. I can't man up and do it. I can't kill myself. I have no fucking purpose, and I know it. People hate me, and it feels like my family are those people, as well. The only reason people stick around is because I'm so fucking retarded they find me amusing when they're bored. No one will tell me anything. My family says they want to spend time with me, but when I try to, they're all 'to busy,' or they left without me. They lie. Everyone lies. They're all going to leave. They're going to leave me to rot alone. That's how I want it. I want to be alone, it's what I deserve.
I'm a liar, a faggot, a freak, fat, autistic, and a rude prick. I'm too much of a pussy to do anything, though. I can't help it, but everyday I think about slitting my fucking wrists. I want to kill myself, I really do. I feel worthless, pathetic, undeserving, uneeded, and unwanted. To say the least, I hate myself. I want to be loved, I really do. I want to be happy, but it's a real fucking struggle to be. No wonder everyone leaves. I just sit around and draw all day, at least that's how it used to be. Now I sit here, cutting myself with a piece of glassI found. I want it to get infected, I want to bleed out, I want to overdose, I want to get hit by a car, the possibilities are endless. This vent is over with, I'm going to go cry. Thanks for reading this far, I guess...
I'm fucking broken. I'm not bent anymore, I've snapped. I didn't know I could ever break a promise so quick, but I've been doing it every day now. I've been cutting, yeah, and you know what? It fucking feels so good. I love the feeling of pain, i deserve the feeling of being cut. I deserve to die, but I think the reason it won't happen is because I WANT it to happen. I can't man up and do it. I can't kill myself. I have no fucking purpose, and I know it. People hate me, and it feels like my family are those people, as well. The only reason people stick around is because I'm so fucking retarded they find me amusing when they're bored. No one will tell me anything. My family says they want to spend time with me, but when I try to, they're all 'to busy,' or they left without me. They lie. Everyone lies. They're all going to leave. They're going to leave me to rot alone. That's how I want it. I want to be alone, it's what I deserve.
I'm a liar, a faggot, a freak, fat, autistic, and a rude prick. I'm too much of a pussy to do anything, though. I can't help it, but everyday I think about slitting my fucking wrists. I want to kill myself, I really do. I feel worthless, pathetic, undeserving, uneeded, and unwanted. To say the least, I hate myself. I want to be loved, I really do. I want to be happy, but it's a real fucking struggle to be. No wonder everyone leaves. I just sit around and draw all day, at least that's how it used to be. Now I sit here, cutting myself with a piece of glassI found. I want it to get infected, I want to bleed out, I want to overdose, I want to get hit by a car, the possibilities are endless. This vent is over with, I'm going to go cry. Thanks for reading this far, I guess...
