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i am at court. i stand trial in front of a judge, disapproving and draped in the black robes of justice. he asks me a question. “how, exactly, did you acquire a canon url?”
i look up at him, my wrists shackled in front of me. i am not afraid. i have nothing to hide.
“i killed a man,” i whisper. i am found guilty and hauled away to prison. it was all worth it. all of it. because i have a canon url on tumblr dot com
So today is the Day of Silence...
I know a lot of people have mixed feelings about the Day of Silence and feel that it is a bad message, but I’m a supporter of it. The purpose is not to silence people, but to show people who participate how it felt to be “silenced”. So I don’t really want to argue about the day itself. I’m making this post to tell a story of why this day is important to me.
Warning: This story contains possibly triggering material (bullying).
Anyway, here’s my story.
Dear people who see my scars,
I’m sure it’s hard to see such a taboo thing right in front of you, but please don’t stare. Don’t ask about them, because I’ve already told everyone that I want to know. Don’t whisper about them to others inconsiderately in front of me, as if I don’t realize what you’re talking about. But most of all, please don’t assume that I’m some sick, worthless, weird fuck because I self-harm. Don’t assume you know my story when all you’ve done is see the weakest part of me.