#Please don’t guilt trip me.
I don’t know where I’m going with this. And it will definitely anger some people. But I need to say something before I might just disappear.
The way this was handled was not right on any side. Not the way a user traced, not the way I confronted the user, not the way other users then confronted me.
This has happened four times. No, I’m not talking about this specific art situation. I’m talking about the four separate times I have received vague posts about myself and a flood of hate anons which eventually result in death threats. I’m not doing this for pity and to erase my wrong. I already admitted my wrong. And I will admit it again - the way I handled that situation was disrespectful and informal. But you cannot act like the way that situation was then brought to me was civil, either.
Vague posting is not the way to do it. To anyone. You need to learn the difference between a teenager on the internet with a semi-popular meme blog for a small fandom, and a celebrity with an entire social media marketing/publicity team to keep them in line online to ensure they say and do everything as “right” as they can, to avoid drama.
It is just me behind this screen. I am a teenager. I am still living under my parent’s roof. My parents don’t know about this account because if they did it would be taken away. I don’t have a job. I don’t have a license. I’m still enrolled in grade school. I am a kid. Just like you.
And I will make calls that are not always the right decision. I will give opinions that not everyone agrees with. I will say things in the heat of the moment that I don’t mean. I will mess up as a human that is still developing and learning.
Four times. Four times I have been vague posted about, sent a flood of hate anons, and been graphically told to off myself. Four times I have tried to get in contact with the people who vague posted about me and try to get us both to a satisfying conclusion. Four times I have said “please come to me next time because vague posts do nothing”. Four times people have agreed.
And then it repeats anyway.
This blog and series has been my ultimate comfort since I was a child. It is the thing I think about everyday, through the most mundane to the most exciting of tasks and activities. It has been the thing to keep me alive for years. And now, for the fourth time, it is almost the reason I have died. The actions of users are the reason I have almost died.
You’ve got to do better. Please bring your concerns directly to the people with whom you are concerned. Stop vague-posting. Stop. Stop sending anon hate. Stop sending death threats. All of these things are vile and unjust to the humans sitting behind these screens. Talk to these people. And don’t be rude. Be the better person.
You have to do better. I don’t know how many times I can say it. People need to communicate in order for things to be resolved. Vague posting does nothing except spread hate, fuel anger and divide people who could come together.
I am disappointed and disoriented and left hurt. This was not the way to do this, on any side. All sides were wrong in certain aspects. All sides. But that doesn’t mean that as people sharing this earth we cannot come together and right our wrongs. People can be redeemed. Enough with the cancel culture. Enough with the gossip. Try to reach an agreement between these people. We’re kids. We’re all kids and we make wrongs, but with those wrongs come the chance to learn and grow.
I will not pretend like the posts and the death threats did not phase me. I am tired of moving on everytime this happens, sure that people will finally listen to my request for them to just come to me next time something happens that they don’t agree with, only for the cycle to repeat itself.
And god, I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: Never send a death threat, either. We are people. We are children. Telling someone the world is better off without them is horrific and beyond cruel. Be better. Please.
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I have a feeling your purposely ignoring me:(
I’ve just come online and I’m still answering people, this is a really quick way to get blocked and I usually don’t answer these because I get a lot.
Also dear anon I don’t know if you saw my post yesterday but my inbox wiped itself clean so if you sent me an ask please send it again.
Can you all please be aware that I am in fact not Mickey Henry and I do have a life outside of this blog, some days I can be around a lot and others I can’t, if you are looking for a more active mod then there will be a lot of other amazing accounts to follow, no hard feelings.
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Ok, so, I never really post anything here, but I gotta vent for just a sec.
Yall know how both tumblr and TikTok seem to be hyper aware of everything all the time?
Yes. I am *so tired* of seeing people use super guilt trippy audios to spread awareness that BLM still matters.
I am so tired of seeing people use basic click bait and then tell people who’s *doing their best to change an ingrained view of the world* that if they don’t watch a video to the end, they are racist.
I am so *tired of people claiming someone else is racist,* homophobic, ableist, etc, because they:
Maybe felt super bad every time they got guilt tripped.
Got so stressed about world events that they had to take a step back in order to not overwhelm themselves & their mental health.
Yes, we need awareness. No, we shouldn’t have to guilt trip *ANYONE* just to spread the awareness.
Let me just repeat that:
YES, WE NEED TO BE AWARE OF WORLD EVENTS, BUT WE NEED TO STEP BACK WHEN WE FEEL WE CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE!!!
I STEP BACK SO *I* CAN STAND UP STRONGER, AND HELP WHEN EVERYTHING IS BURNING. I STEP BACK TO LOOK AFTER MYSELF AND MY MENTAL HEALTH, OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE A NERVOUS FUCKING BREAKDOWN.
*DO NOT DARE* TO ASSUME WHO I AM FOR TAKING CARE OF MYSELF IN THIS TRAINWRECK OF A YEAR.
Tldr: please stop making and using guilt trippy audios on TikTok. I feel bad enough already that I can’t help, sitting in a whole other country across the sea.
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Today I realized he doesn’t like me like that and he never will. Just the way he spoke to me and about me indicated he doesn’t see me as anything more than a kid, a friend, a girl.
I should’ve known. It wouldn’t have hurt as much, knowing I’ve misread every single sign and signal. Knowing I’ve been a fool with zero chance this whole time. Well, I think I did know, but it’s just easier to ignore and dismiss the truth than to admit it and give up. I didn’t want to give up. To give up him.
Yet even after all of this, I still like him. Begrudgingly, unwilling, achingly. And it’ll be hell getting over him.
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