It’s hard not to feel like people banded together when four people block me all at once — including someone with whom I was playing at the time.

I really appreciate how well you know me, that you can be so certain I wasn’t triggered by your actions. It really makes me feel secure in myself, responsible, mature and grown up — seriously, you of all people are going to sit there and tell me I wasn’t triggered? I don’t splash that stuff all over tumblr the way some people do, looking for sympathy, but that doesn’t make my reaction any less real.

As for polite, I gave that over when I was about your age, because I realised that ‘polite’ was a pretty word for ‘don’t feel’, and fuck that shit. I’m not about to sit around and pretend that it didn’t happen, I’m not about to sit around and pretend it didn’t hurt.

Behaviour like that is the reason shitshows like this happen in the first place — everyone trying to pretend that they don’t get angry, don’t get hurt, don’t care about what is said or done or thought. Screw that. ‘Can’t we all just get along’ is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard, and that is what you want me to play at.

I will also point out that if I didn’t call you out in public, there was no way at all for me to speak to you, because you. Blocked. Me.

In short: you had the problem with me first, and refused to be mature enough to come to me in private and say, “I don’t agree with you.” Instead, as far as I can tell, you complained in your high school clique and mutually silently agreed that I was no longer to exist, without so much as giving me a chance to explain anything, have a rational discussion, or even apologise, should I have wanted to.

And now I don’t trust you at all, and I’m going to make it so this conversation can’t be erased or misrepresented with no source available.