Well… Thanks for the 4+ years of memories, tumblr. Please don’t ask me what this means, seeing as I’m not even sure… All I’m sure of is that this website is toxic. I’ll miss my friends and the fun I had here. However, this isn’t a community I feel I have a place in any longer.
It doesn’t matter how fast your demons run. Just make sure you can always run faster. Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay alive.
I hope you guys enjoy all the wonderful things that are coming out soon. All the spectacular new movies that will take you to worlds you couldn’t imagine, the music that will express your own feelings better than you ever could, the games that will transport you into a new life, and the experiences you’ll share as part of the fantastic experience of being human. I’m so excited for you all. The joy you’ll all feel, knowing that every day brings you one step closer to the next earth-shattering discovery or innovation. There’s so much of the world out there for you and it’s so excited to meet you all. Please don’t squander it or let it pass you by. Live. Live and feel excited. Live and feel passion. Live and feel love.
And if you get the chance, name a Pokemon after me in Pokemon Go! so I can play it with you, even if I can’t play it with you.
I wonder if anyone else has felt like this. Like, you’re not sure when, but it’s gonna happen and there’s this quiet anxiety and shy panic in your chest. Every day feels like a millennium, every task takes so much more out of you than it ever has and your eyes are always dry and itchy, but overly wet at the corners. Stupid risks, like walking down the street with both headphones in and not looking up from your phone. Everything you eat is awful for you, but so delicious, so you can at least have one last good meal. Sweating while you’re freezing, all your favorite songs sound like ash being pumped into your ear drums, your memories come back harder and stronger than before, your whole body is sore and you just can’t sleep enough. You try and sleep like 8-10 hours a day and it does nothin for this perpetual exhaustion you feel in your bones. You do stupid, innocent shit that pisses you off, like falling asleep with your clothes on, and huge, awful, life threatening mistakes that roll off your back, like falling asleep with a candle lit. Responsibility doesn’t exist anymore where you once needed it, but suddenly you’re micromanaging things that never once mattered. Things you loved taste like charcoal, but cigarettes burn like physical oxygen. I just hope when it’s all done, wherever I end up, I don’t feel this pain anymore. It’s soul crushing and I don’t wish it on my worst enemy.
TL;DR it’s been great guys. Stay strong. Carry on.
Anonymous
