Someone Wrote Twinkle On My Desk But It Got Smudged So Now It Just Says Twink

So within two days of each other, Fox News writes an article comparing aromanticism and asexuality to pedophilia, and then Matt Walsh releases a video saying asexuality is a mental illness and asexuals are tricking teenagers into having depression.

Not sure what’s going on right now over in Conservative World, but it’s a hell of wild U-turn for them to suddenly switch from “Oh no! The left is sexualizing our children!” to “Oh no! The left is asexualizing our children!”

It's okay to feel like this. You go through things too. You're doing your best and that's what matters. Hope this helps <3

Vent under the cut

God I feel like such a shit person I can't even do one simple thing I know she's hurting I know I need to help her but part of me wishes she'd never told me isn't that messed up? It's like I care more about myself than her life but I don't I swear I don't I'm surrounded by death all the time I don't want to lose her too but every time I think about her now I'm launched back to last year's late nights on the phone trying to talk my best friend off the edge while deep down I wanted to end it too god we're all so young why the hell can't I just be a kid? Why can't I help her? Why can't I help everyone? For fucks sake I can't even help myself I'm so pathetic and I'm failing as a sister all I want to do is make everything better but every damn time I run away and she's probably gonna kill herself and there'll be no one to blame but me cause I was too worried about myself to help her

edit: our parents know now but they don't know everything and they're really shit at this I'm scared they're gonna push her over the edge or make her feel worse and now every time they talk about it I can't even stand to be in the room I fucking hate my life but I shouldn't because I'm not the one suffering right now so why the hell am I making this all about me? I just want her to get the help she deserves this is all so messed up

i like when kids get to that age when they start wishing death and pain and violence upon toddlers tv characters. like most people know the songs about killing barney the dinosaur but i also have vague memories of me and my classmates roleplaying drowning peppa pig. my younger cousin showed me a drawing of the teletubbies being ground up into tubby custard and i didnt even blink like yep. that age huh. the age of indescribable violence. been there buddy.

bitch…omg

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