I haven't been here for an awful extended period of time, and for that I suppose apologies are in order.
I feel awfully lazy, but I think I want to start with deleting some... or all journals in the past and start anew.
The past days, weeks, months... they were extremely emotionally draining. I'm sure most have already heard about my family loss from last year. And consequently during my recovery from the ordeal, I had to deal with utter nonsense drama from an individual who manipulated her new friends and fans into thinking I was her manipulative, abusive ex girlfriend. There were pieces of hate art. There was a literal hate propaganda while keeping me "anonymous", because it's fine to conduct a hate propaganda as long as you don't disclose the person's name, right?
We were never a thing. She was just a fan of mine in the past that I got too close with. And I regret having to joke around with. I "act gay" towards all my close friends and "have crushes on people" and she took it far too seriously. And quite frankly, the only relationships I considered official were my career and studies.
And with how she did all that, talked horribly about me, all while I was recovering from family loss and everything... look at who's really abusive and manipulative.
And yes, she was entirely aware of the tragedy I was trying to overcome in real life but decided to do all this anyway. She chose to ignore me and ditch all my communication efforts for whatever reason she had, even when I needed her the most.
I do not care if the said individual sees this. I am only telling the truth.
She never cared how I felt anyway. She did not treat me like a human being, and never wanted to talk even if I wanted to contact her and we supposedly had a "closure". She antagonized me even if I wanted to talk it over civilly. Very well.
Not one of my former friends has ever disrespected me to a degree. One of them even showed sincerest sympathies to our family when we lost him. And I know that and acknowledge that. Thank you.
But this whole drama was utter disrespect from people who barely even knew me. I could not really wrap my head around hating people you barely even know. Dislike is different from hate.
Whatever. It has been almost a year since our familial tragedy, and roughly half a year since that dreadful drama. And all that only made me stronger and better than before.
I told everyone I didn't want to talk about it in detail, and I had my final say? But realizing that you were a victim of "white women tears" as they put it in layman's terms, and pushed you to victim-blaming and everything, making you feel more horrible than you already did after a major loss... it just fills me with fury and rage... and determination. That I had to speak out about this as somebody rising from a tragedy and a full-on attack.
Determination that nobody should ever have to feel this pain I've had for the past year. Determination that I do not want to be like that. Determination that I am not a perfect angel, and I have flaws, but that doesn't mean I should try to be the best me that I can be.
Determination to succeed and love myself, and make others feel loved.
The world does not need more hate. It already hates hard, but we all need to love harder.
I will never disclose their names. Nobody needs to know who they are, or even care about who they are. What happened happened, and that's all there is. Now, the civil steps to recovery after such a horrific year is what really matters rather than stirring up what you can never change.
And one of my civil steps? Love. Love the things for what they are. Don't spread the hate, rather help people know they are all worthy of love.
That being said, I will be making another journal greeting everyone more properly. Apologies for such a journal with tremendous emotions. You may skip over this and we may have a more proper, casual conversation in the next journal as you please.
Have a good day ahead of you. Godspeed.