Me? Yes I was THE Ninjafunsize of Tumblr. The one who comforted lost anons. The one who had Tumblr friends. The one who had Tumblr since 2009, Oh what happened? My phsyco ex hacked my account because of his mental issues. So now, if anyone looks this username up. This is me. Troubled. Lost. Me. This is “Ninjafunsize”.
That shitty feeling you get when you cry but don’t know which thing you’re crying about.
I hate how you dont fucking try.
I’M JUST FUCKING CRYING OUT FOR A GUY THAT TRIES.
Someone who’ll get the fucking hint when I say, I just want people to listen to this song, then surprise me and come back say oh I loved that song or something, idk. Be fucking creative and TRY. Idk. I guess my high expectations are kicking in once more. But I’m looking for something that tries above the usual. Like me.
My music attraction.
If only you had the same music taste as me. I swear I’ll love you more. I kind of hate how youre into the same shit. That music is shit to my ears now. No other meaning other than typical life problems. Love sickens me nowadays. I truly despise and confuse love. Is it love? Is it lust? Is it wanting attention and false feelings? Am I fooling him? Am I fooling myself? Fuck it all. I run to music if I dont have the words to say. But no. My music is shit to you. If only. If only you changed your music taste. Dammit every fucking word in those songs are songs I’d directly say to you. Not some ghetto ass crap. I fucking hate that now.
“Oh I like this song” “Oh thats great!”
FUCKING GREAT?! I’d atleast want someone to fucking care as to what it is. I hardly LOVE songs unless it has some good fucking meanings to it, but yeah. I hate how you’re so damn ignorant to my songs.
I’m fucking crying out to scream something and I can’t and this song explains every word I’d scream, but its just “great” to you. The fact that I like this song. Ok. Cool.
I don’t want no fake “Godly man”
If you truly are a man of His word, then live up to it, and don’t let any dang situation ruin you.
I look down on people like that.
It really hurts.
It really fucking hurts to think about Tumblr. I don’t know what the hell he was thinking, but damn, it fucking hurts me to think that, “Damn, you had all the Tumblr friends who could talk to you if they needed your guidance, anonymously or not. And some ex just totally knocked off opportunities.” Tumblr was my way of releasing. Tumblr was a way to get to know others and to know that you are not fucking alone. I am not you and I don’t like being alone. You do? Well good fucking shit for you. Tumblr made me happy. And you removed it from me.
How selfish of you. How incredibly selfish of you to do that to me. It was my fucking diary. You are human. Not my diary. No matter how much I say that to you, don’t let that get in your head because you’re human. Anyone can just kick you out of their lives. Now that is a hell of a waste. I wanna look back and remember, not ask someone what they know about me during a situation and they don’t even know what the hell happened, or exactly how I felt. Now that sucks. That seriously fucking sucks. Til this day, it fucking haunts me. I know you’ve changed but good fucking damn. You have ruined me.
I’m losing it.
It’s so hard to keep a long distance friendship
Sometimes I just want to cry on your shoulders. Sometimes I just want to run around and be stupid with you. Sometimes, I just don’t want to be alone. I know I don’t need you, but man, I do need your opinion sometimes when I get lost. As much as you need me sometimes, I do as well. Whether you’re talking about that one girl, or I need help with that one guy, sometimes, I just want time off from my “loving” feelings and just need time to be stupid and let go of relationships. But I can’t…Why? You don’t have a phone. You don’t have a webcam. We’re not allowed to be even close friends according to both of our parents/guardians. And plus the fact that you live all the way across town. It’s hard to get to you when I really can’t. Being honest, you’re the reason why I want to drive. You’re the reason why I can pull through God’s word. I know to turn to you when I don’t know what to do, since you can just pull scripture out of your ass and then tell me what HE would tell me. It’s nice. I know we’re both lost and in the same exact situation. But I know, our friendship will stay, or atleast I’ll try. For sure this one wont fail. Or atleast I’ll force it not to. I can’t risk losing another “best friend”.
Even after her life was taken, people still make fun of her. What the hell is wrong with society.