i hate depression. i don't hate having it (i've come to terms with that) but i hate how it has almost become a fad. pissy and whiney upper-middle class white bitches who "had two bad days in a row" and all of a sudden they feel a need a need to be jacked up on prozac and call themselves "crippled". it is insulting to people such as myself who have dealt with it for decades and have actually gone to the hospital for the shit.
if people start doing the same for PTSD oh i swear to HELL
@q_lum so i lowkey creeped through your discourse banter and i'm like out of the loop, where do i begin to get educated on whats happening
i've had a finsta for maybe five months now and honestly now that mastadon is a thing i really really get off of that finsta shit.
maybe it's just the people i follow, but it seems like the entire point of finstas is to perpetuate a culture of embrassing your i ner shittiness and for whatever reason being okay with it. no. no no no no no. the idea that trying to convert bad behaviors in acceptable habits is toxic as shit.
also it's becoming annoying as af LUL
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