Sylvanna Devlin

I don’t think everything in the world is about me.

I am tired of the AI reporting a facial expression and everyone misinterpreting my facial reactions.

Like you will ever understand my motivations

Because you don’t want to.

I look sad when other people are hurting.

I smile when couples are cute

I’m delighted when I hear others fall in love.

And their joy is my joy.

It does not make me an emotional vampire.

I do not think I’m the center of the universe.

I’m an empath.

And ready to end it all before even waking up properly, because people used to like that I care about everyone and everything and can feel for them so strongly.

And now you shit on me for it.

You heartless bastards.

Your response? You don’t believe empathy is real.

You ignorant, heartless bastards.

I really should give up on life.

Since my feelings “aren’t real”

You’re tired of every insult ending up online?

Here’s a revolutionary idea.

Stop making them.

I’ve never done anything wrong.

I’ve never said something racist – though goodness have others around me. And sometimes by someone I finally rebuke. But you’re all so awful to each other it makes me want to cry.

Any hurt has been mutual and things like breaking up.

I’ve never hurt someone on purpose- just to see.

I’ve never hurt somebody on purpose at all.

It’s true. I’m isolated. Because in person you can tell I genuinely care. But spread my ideas online and you’re so jaded and cynical you think I’m the weird one.

I’m so fed up and exhausted of you.

I have to create a big dragon around me to survive how harsh and hurtful you are.

I soften up and “No one is like that”

Apparently I’m not real.

And again, you’re fed up of your foul attitude ending up on my blog and you use any argument you can.

I’m not being a “professional” victim. And you view that as bad.

Come on!

I’m asked for words and offer them.

But I decide what I won’t write.

Not you.