"You are selfish. Manipulative. Self-centered."
"You are geniunely a terrible person."
"You use people as you like, and you're gonna get hurt very soon because of it."
"Well fuck you very much."
"It's girls like you that create fuck boys."
"I hate you so much. Fuck you for everything that you have done to me honestly."
"I can only assume it was because you didn't consider me pretty enough or worthy of being around you."
"I get that you're going through stuff, but we're all going through stuff. You're so sad and negative all the time."
My name is Storme, or at least that's what you can call me, and these are all real things that real people have said to me, about me.
I am not perfect, and I have hurt people. I was not even 18 years old by the time that I had heard all of this.
Behind every resent riddled statement is an untold story. My story.
I'm not the type to go and forth with someone. Unfortunately, I have accepted a lot of disrespect in my life.
From those few sentences alone, you could conclude all on your own that I am just a bad person that's disconnected from reality, romanticising my own experience at the expense and hurt of others.
What if I told you that the person that said, "It's girls like you that create fuck boys," said that in retaliation to me refusing to be their friend, because they claimed that they would not be able to control themselves around me next time that they saw me and were afraid that they would end up sexually assaulting me?
What about if the person that said, "I get that you're going through stuff, but we're all going through stuff. You're so sad and negative all the time," was speaking on the fact that it had been two weeks since I told my family that I was molested, they swept it under the rug, and I grew depressed?
Let's pick one of the juicer ones.
"You are selfish. Manipulative. Self-centered."
This was from my old best friend.
The same best friend that I dropped after finding out that she was into beastiality.
The same girl who would leave me to suck dick in the bathroom.
The same girl who abandoned me on the day of my paternal figure's funeral, and sent me pictures of a hickey that her boyfriend gave her while I was viewing the casket after promising that she would attend the funeral with me.
That's not even a quarter of it.
So, yes.
I suppose I am a terrible person.
I am selfish, manipulative, and self-centered.
But, if you took a second, or maybe a few more personal essays, to get to know me...I'm sure you'd allow me the chance to reintroduce myself.
My name is Storme, and I'm not as bad as people say I am.
❥ With everlasting love,
angelsclique - 19.09.24
