It’s 3am. I’m watching adventure time. Turned my phone off and got on tumblr. This isn’t good because whenever I feel inadequate, lower than low, and lonely. I resort to here. I can talk to tumblr and tumblr not treat me any kind of way.
I’m able to talk to tumblr and tumblr listens to everything I say.
I can pour my thoughts into tumblr and not get retaliation for trusting tumblr with my thoughts. I can tell tumblr about my day and tumblr will always be interested in my day; exciting or boring.
Unfortunately, tumblr can’t come see me out of the blue and brighten my day. Tumblr won’t be able to go out with me and meet my friends. Tumblr can’t calm me down when I’m experiencing a panic attack. Tumblr can’t stand up for me when I’m constantly talked about, mistreated and misunderstood. Tumblr can’t wipe my tears at night, tumbler won’t fill the emptiness I feel in my heart. Tumblr can’t love me…. So I love tumblr that much more, because tumblr can give me a release when I feel like I’m going to explode.