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Dear emptiness:
I am starting this blog from square zero. After 10 years of my original blog, "spracktwackular", it was reported by some loser who scrolled through it and decided they were mad probably because I didn't send them nudes or open their dick pic idk. Tumblr said it was due to "inappropriate content".
I wish I had my old blog. It was trashy, but I was in a much different place in my life and that place was only beginning to crawl its way out of the dumpster when my blog got deleted.
This blog may still be controversial. I have a full time job, I started college, I rent my own apartment, care for my dogs as if I raised them from the teat myself. I set my boundaries and I adhere to them. I know my weaknesses and I work to improve them every day. I am a good person, and I am consistently becoming a better person than I was 5 years ago, last year, six months ago, two weeks ago, and a better person than I was yesterday. I manage my challenges without compromising my beliefs or infringing upon the happiness of others.
Yet if the powers that be in my life knew methamphetamine intake is still a daily part of my life, all of the aforementioned things would become irrelevant. My progress would be viewed as invalid. My efforts would be considered null and void. Everything I have worked for, everything I have grown to love that is meaningful would likely be ripped away, simply due to the fact that in my enthusiasm, in my perseverance and diligence, this life was a dream, my dogs were my motive, but methamphetamine was my method.
So, hello tumblr my old friend,
I came to blog with you again
Please forgive the things I write without speaking
While I pretend to live without tweaking
And don't delete my blog
For content seldom heard
And don't blur my words
To remove them is an act of violence
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