Becoming So Weak II

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I know in the past I have been condemned for speaking out against trolls. But people have different limits and different beliefs. I believe that I have to draw a line somewhere and defend the work that I produce and upload here on DA. I believe that I shouldn't just stand by and idle while there's douche bag trolls leaving hate messages.

Let it be noted that I don't go "looking" for flame wars and prolonged arguments with random fucking people. If people want to condemn me for something that I strongly believe in, such as standing my own fucking ground, then I just have to accept it for what it is.

Not many people realize this, but judgement works both ways- if you're doing something that someone else doesn't like or accept- they call you out and judge you, and your first thought, is "Oh, you're one of "those judgmental people" which basically means you're judging the person who JUST judged you.

It's not who did it first, it's about judgements ALWAYS, always, always existing in whatever situation arises.

My recent run-in with a douche bag who I've let slide all year long with him leaving bluntly rude comments on my works. I basically just had enough this last time 'round. I've let him slide along on thin ice because I just assumed he was one of those old fucks who JUST decided to start using the internet because he's retired now and has nothing better to do in his 17 hours of free time a day. I assumed he didn't know how to act as a fellow artist who usually would be respectful and at least leave constructive feedback rather than bashing a piece.

There's being a part of a community and leaving feedback, and then there's just plain being a total fucking whore-troll.

But that last comment he left on Shadow Sound
Shadow Sound
Every little promise that I foolishly made up-
Slowly melted back into nothingness
The sliver of hope will never be what it once was-
As my former prayers are rendered wordless
Silence is a massacre of thoughts
It's the aftermath of trauma
The walls in my head are flawed
The cracks leak in the karma
-
Slit   Slit   Slit
Blood from my fingers escape
Drip   Drip   Drip
Tears from my face evaporate
I scrape away at the barricades
Just so noise itself will never fade
It comes with a price I will gladly pay
A fragmented mind that will soon stray
Memories replay and recreate the despair
Of when I once felt an unrelenting desire
And then the dark corners of my soul flare
As my irises burst with a new shade of hellfire
Mist   Mist   Mist
My darkness devours my light
Wisp   Wisp   Wisp
Never again will my mor forced me to unrestrain myself and just break that thin ice. I chatted with this guy before, I fucking even made him a customized literature author tag. I enjoyed some of his watered down pieces that he uploaded. And then he started getting all super religious and turned into a fucking judgmental, narrow-minded fuckhole.

He writes children oriented stories and poems, and he preaches about religion every time he opens his mouth in his journals and heavily-religion-influenced literature pieces.

BUT YET HE ACTS LIKE A TOTAL FUCKING TWO-FACED SON OF A WHORE!?!?!?

What...the...fuck....is all I have been thinking this whole time. Everyone in their semi-right mind would expect better from a person who writes children stories and preaches about religion....

But I guess the book cover doesn't fit the fucking book all the time.

Keep in mind, I don't go out searching for fights, I just call it like I fucking see it. 

I'm here to share my art and experience other peoples artwork. I don't write children's stories or preach about religion. I don't deceive any of my readers. I don't act like something I am not. I can only ever just be me. Of course I swear, and use absurd combinations of swear words when it's needed. I'm not two-faced, I'm not triple-faced, because I am not ashamed of who I really am.

When I put myself out there, I put ALL of myself out there for people to see. I don't hide anything.

Some people need to learn how to be original. When you start sugarcoating yourself, you're only sweat on the outside, and when whatever is inside of you is exposed, everything gets bleak.