#fuck off and eat shit and develop a rare incurable disease from it for all i fuckin care at this point.
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Ppl on here: *actively dislike me and avoid me and probably wouldnt care if i died*
Me: well alright fuck yall idc what happens to any of you either
Those ppl: omg this means hes like okay with us being genocided? Hes literally okay with us facing transphobia and other forms of oppression? I literally knew he was bad, lets demonize him more that should help
#like yall would put up a stink if i faced transphobia. give me a break.#idc about yall bc yall dont care about me. if you want.me to give a fuck then you need to start giving a fuck abt me too. simple.#i dont want you to die but the same way you dont care if i do i must return that energy.#im tired of trying to have love for people who wouod be okay with me being locked in a box for thousands of years being stabbed every day#like idc. why do i need to give af about you but you cant even bare to imagine doing it for me#fuck off and eat shit and develop a rare incurable disease from it for all i fuckin care at this point.
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I feel like all the shit I was told about manifestation growing up actually contributed a lot to my OCD. This idea that the things you speak into the world will magically come true has left me constantly rewording sentences before I say them so that I or the people I love don't fucking drop dead or develop rare incurable diseases.
This also applies to the 'reap what you sow' shit from the Bible. Growing up I wasn't (and still am not) allowed to say negative things around my mom because I'm "speaking them into existence." If I said that someone would get sick eating bad food, or that a plan clearly wouldn't work out, or when I'd just get upset and say that something won't go well, I'd be immediately and harshly rebuked until I repented aloud.
I remember being a kid, facing a personal housing crisis for the billionth fucking time, and saying in frustration that we'd never find somewhere to live. Got screamed at for two hours for that, and told that if we became homeless it'd be my fault for cursing our family. I was ten.
I've gotten similar lectures my entire life whenever I pointed out that my family is poor. "Don't say that! Do you want us to stay that way?? I rebuke you, Satan, in the name of Jesus, get that shit off of my family!"
And now I'm twenty years old, double-checking what I say and staying up until four in the morning doing complicated compulsions so my boyfriend won't die in a car crash because I said that I love him in a certain way.
#ironic how im fighting myself to post this rn so that my loved ones dont drop dead since im 'putting it out into the world'#vent#tw religious trauma
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