Hannah Capps
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So
- Joined
- Jan 29, 2006
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Wow. This is getting old. I'm too old for misunderstandings to go over just things others's don't understand. It's never changed a damn thing but made my wheels spin endlessly and question myself. I was banned again from a forum I was a member of at sense 2021, and well, any social fopa's were always mended on my end the best I could. But I'm guessing people don't know how to deal with honesty. The blunt? The fierce love for them? They call this broken trust? Yes, I'm bitching because it's gotten ridiculous. 
Oh boy, I don't really have much else to say right now other than it's just an old ache that is dull and hurts like a purple bruise when pressed down. I refuse to have my person trampled on and go groveling back, asking for reentry as if that were the answer with my tail between my legs. I'm at the age where I've got more self-respect than that. The rules that were broken were never made clear; just don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Thanks, but no thanks.
(I've had jobs and volunteer positions like this throughout my adult life too; the same thing applies.)
Yea, I did cry, but I realized I'm just done with others that treat me like this. Life is too short for the digital or irl drama. It's why I'm not on any social media save for Tumblr.
I will say this: BL has been honest with me. Yea, I'm weird. Who's not? I mean, I'm the 00000000000.1% of those who make up the majority here in more ways than one.
I'm that "social germ" that antibacterials can't kill off.
Guess you all have an immunity to me, and I've wormed my way into your hearts as you have mine. I can't part from this place, for real.
I'll add on more emotional bitching TL:DR stuff later. Off to bed. Take care, BL. Love Ya.
Oh boy, I don't really have much else to say right now other than it's just an old ache that is dull and hurts like a purple bruise when pressed down. I refuse to have my person trampled on and go groveling back, asking for reentry as if that were the answer with my tail between my legs. I'm at the age where I've got more self-respect than that. The rules that were broken were never made clear; just don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Thanks, but no thanks.
(I've had jobs and volunteer positions like this throughout my adult life too; the same thing applies.)Yea, I did cry, but I realized I'm just done with others that treat me like this. Life is too short for the digital or irl drama. It's why I'm not on any social media save for Tumblr.
I will say this: BL has been honest with me. Yea, I'm weird. Who's not? I mean, I'm the 00000000000.1% of those who make up the majority here in more ways than one.
I'm that "social germ" that antibacterials can't kill off.
Guess you all have an immunity to me, and I've wormed my way into your hearts as you have mine. I can't part from this place, for real. I'll add on more emotional bitching TL:DR stuff later. Off to bed. Take care, BL. Love Ya.
