05/27/2025 1:18 am
content warning for suicide and death and general pieces of shit existing in the world. content warning for any of the links i'm posting here. please, for the love of god, if you click on them don't say i didn't warn you.
twitter is a cruel place. i was going to say that i don't know why i still use it, but something attracts me to it like flies to a pile of shit. it's a trainwreck that i can't stop watching. it's fucking evil. abhorrent. yet i'm still there. yet i can't just fucking give it up.
this all might end up being forgotten eventually or exist in the minds of only the terminally online. i don't know if i'll forget about it. i don't know if anyone should. i don't know fucking anything. a 17 year old trans girl walked to the bridge and posted a view from the edge. she jumped. she's dead now. and the replies are full of heartless ghouls celebrating her death. evil fucking husks of lifeforms, which is probably being too generous. or simply – nazis. fascists. people who would concern troll and give me a billion bullshit excuses if i told them who and what they truly fucking are.
maybe i was born too early to live in a better world, or a worse one. reading that thread, and quote tweets of it and replies shaming how cruel these... i'll just call them “accounts” are, took up much more of my life than i wanted it to. there's a part of my brain that feels like things can't ever possibly get better. but they can. you have to believe that they can.
this isn't an entirely new phenomenon. just a hundred years ago, people delighted in sending postcards to each other of black people being lynched. the cruelty has always been the point, but now everyone gets to watch.
they only win if you're scared to be yourself. if you repress who you are. if you give into evil. we all die one day and no matter what you do or who you are, someone will fucking dance on your grave. the hardest part is learning to not give a fuck. i still haven't figured that out, but after reading what those accounts had to say about the suicide of a 17 year old girl, their celebrations of it, i think the only moral obligation i have at all is to force myself to never, ever let these embarrassments to breathable air win. to entirely be myself. at whatever cost.
you are not evil for being who you are, whoever you are.
rest in peace charlotte. you never fucking deserved this.