please stop asking me about my future ill cry
I’m writing my essay on cyber-bullying right now
and there was this article that said “anon hate hurts us because when we read it, we don’t hear the attacker’s voice, we hear our own”
and that’s a really good observation.
what do you do when your’re so stressed, so broken, the sleeves of your shirt are soaked with the tears you’ve been wiping away all day?