ONE. SINGLE. FUCK.

People talk about “weakness.”  Say things like, “You’re fucking pathetic,” to bring someone down, usually when that person is in a position that has already made them feel pretty terrible.  

They’ll say your coping mechanisms are weak; that you’re weak for dissociating; weak for crying. It’s a low blow.  A sucker punch.  It’s just fucking cheap. 

Fuck these people who believe life can only be taken straight, no chaser.

Fuck the hypocrites and the judgmental pricks.  Fuck the horse they rode in on.  Fuck the inevitability that they will one day need your help. 

You’re not weak, you’re dealing with what is thrown at you as best you can. 

Coping mechanisms mean that even though this is painful, you are dealing with it in whatever way you can.  Dissociation is what happens when something is too much and you experience a split with reality.  There are severe cases, of course.  There are times when these things are so out of our control it’s frightening, and fuck anyone who judges you for that, too. 

YOU know how you gotta get through this.  You know what it takes to get to the opposite shore.  Easier said than done, I know…but their opinion doesn’t matter. 

Harm no one, but take care of yourself, especially when the only criticism comes from an imbecile who hasn’t lived your life and has no valid points.  They can judge you.  They always can.  But you are not obligated to give

One.

Single.

Fuck.

Starve them slowly to death with your failure to react, and watch yourself bloom.  

- Mercy