I’ve been on here since late August 2009, I’ve never had a massive amount of followers nor would I like to. I think it’s a shame if I had so many and nobody talked to me or saw me as a person. I think I’ve earned every follower — or friend, as I would like to call it (unless you don’t wanna be friends with me?).

I always check out each of your tumblr. I’ve never missed anyone. I’ve seen each of your tumblr to get a glimpse of who you are as a person. I won’t fuss about losing a few followers because I’d like for you to stay for who I am, not for what I post. I love you guys, and you are all special, even when you think I’m not. It’s really disappointing when you think I’m just somebody you could reblog and steal pictures from. I’m here, I have a soul, I might be anti-social but you still can talk to me.

I really would like to post more of my thoughts than just pretty pictures, but really, the thing is, I’ve never been good with words. I’ve become more and more distant from people — in real life, or over the internet. I have no other way to express myself. I’ve grown more into myself, secluded, gloomy and very quiet over the years. Tumblr isn’t my life, it’s just a way to keep me distracted. I do have a life, although it’s not really wonderful, I still cherish it.

Overall, thank you. That’s it.

And by writing this, I feel like I let people sees right through me and it makes me really really uncomfortable. Oh fuck.

I’ve been on here since late August 2009, I’ve never had a massive amount of followers nor would I like to. I think it’s a shame if I had so many and nobody talked to me or saw me as a person. I think I’ve earned every follower — or friend, as I would like to call it (unless you don’t wanna be friends with me?).

I always check out each of your tumblr. I’ve never missed anyone. I’ve seen each of your tumblr to get a glimpse of who you are as a person. I won’t fuss about losing a few followers because I’d like for you to stay for who I am, not for what I post. I love you guys, and you are all special, even when you think I’m not. It’s really disappointing when you think I’m just somebody you could reblog and steal pictures from. I’m here, I have a soul, I might be anti-social but you still can talk to me.

I really would like to post more of my thoughts than just pretty pictures, but really, the thing is, I’ve never been good with words. I’ve become more and more distant from people — in real life, or over the internet. I have no other way to express myself. I’ve grown more into myself, secluded, gloomy and very quiet over the years. Tumblr isn’t my life, it’s just a way to keep me distracted. I do have a life, although it’s not really wonderful, I still cherish it.

Overall, thank you. That’s it.

And by writing this, I feel like I let people sees right through me and it makes me really really uncomfortable. Oh fuck.