The thread that will make you all hate me.
The truth about me:
*I've only been laid once
*I never really left the cult, I made that post as an excuse to leave because I am addicted, and I hate being addicted because I think most of you are losers.
*I have two other usernames on the cult
*I'm eighteen years old and I've never had a job
*I failed my exam to get my licence, and I have horrible procrastination, so I haven't went back to try again
*I once melested a rotweiler <---My darkest secret
*I have made out with two of my cousins <---Second darkest secret
*I only have four friends, and when they call I don't answer the phone. I've been sitting up in my room for one year and six months, and I now have a fear of being in large groups. I get light headed when people I don't know say things to me.
*My testicles often hurt, and there's a weird pain that shoots up my ass sometimes, but I'm afraid of hospitals. I went to get it checked once, but I got scared and ran away.
[U]What I hate about you people:[/U]
Jane S: How long did you think your goodgirl attitude would work? c'mon, damnit, it isn't funny anymore, it's lame. And you're fat, thanks!
Tuffy The Dump Truck: I picture this guy being an old, balding, washed up, bitch. But he's happy as long as a forum full of dipshits still thinks he's 'tough'. Hey tuffy, Disx has spoken against you, maybe you should try to regain your reputation with a few more internet slang jokes in an attempt to be ironically clever. Everybody knows that you didn't get stabbed in the throat, you probably got cut lightly on the chin, and then shit yourself while your friends took down the guy that cut you.
Brock Landers: Hey, lets all go out and talk about sex in front of a bunch of 16 year old geeks that probably haven't even seen a pussy.
"I work out every day, RAAHHH!!" why not make a thirty paragraph post about it, dipshit. If you don't like the threads that are up, why not try to make a thread yourself? Oh right, I forgot, your independent thought filter has broken. This is a guy whose creatism comes only in the form of masturbation tales and sex scandals that he wasn't part of.
I know your plan, you figure that if you entertain us enough then we won't mind when you go on a sad little rant about how much you hate life. Well it didn't work, I'm annoyed. I'm very annoyed, actually. I don't give a shit about your problems, so shut the fuck up.
Alene: Your "I'm a bitch and proud of it" act isn't impressing anybody. It's been done, your entire persona can be found on the t-shirts of fat, bingo ladies with purple stretch pants.
Trypdwyre: If you're so fucking smart, how come you work in a library?
The Average Cultist: You tried way too hard to fit in. Your mass of content that you post is equal to the word Banwagon. You are such a fucking faker, all you do is sum up lousy parodies and walk around agreeing with everyone.
Get a life, geekcunt.
Grae: Nobody likes you, get the fuck out!!
Kl0pper: You add nothing of value to any conversation. Your jokes are old and overused, you aren't funny and you never have been.
You post single lines of predictable text and then you think everyone gives a shit about your lousy opinion.
"This is emo, that is emo, he is emo" Give it up, fagbreath.
Snow White: You never get jokes. You never tell good jokes. You never understand intelligent posts, and you never make intelligent posts. You're like the hot blonde that rich people bring to parties, except you aren't blonde, and you aren't hot. And you can't take a picture worth shit, what's that half open mouth shit all about? You look like something out of a shitty John Carpenter film.
The Gucci Ghost: You copy the posting style of somebody that wasn't funny.
Mirkah: You use your cult awards like the psychiatrist with his diplomas. Sitting up there looking down, so that when people think, "This girl is lame," she can turn around and say, "No look, I have accomplishments."
Nobody likes you anymore. You're boring. You're too mod like. And if you have the time to do the things that you do here then you are obviously a geek.
Six on the Dot: You're nothing but a little richy bitch with a craving for attention. Keep talking like a tramp, people are really starting to dig you. You need this though, don't you? You need it so that you can pretend to be something you wish you were.
I watched a show about a prison where people were locked in holding cells that didn't have bars, they were just small rooms. The prisoners would throw notes out through crack under the door, and the other prisoners would use their shoe laces as ropes to try and catch the notes and drag them in.
Because humans need some form of socialism, and this kept the prisoners alive.
That's all you guys are to me.
Because sometimes, things just happen. there isn't always a logical explanation for what happens, there isn't always reason, sometimes: Shit happens.
Sometimes bad things happen to people, and that's all there is to it.
Why am I the one that has to wear the same pants every single day because he can't afford new ones? Why am I the one with the skin condition that makes me have to stay inside all day during the summer, because the sun will put a huge flaming rash over my body.
Why am I the one with the depressed father that tells him everyday about how his life would be perfect if he had of decided not to have children. Why is MY mom the one that cries all the time about the shithole house we live in. Why am I the one that has to listen to everyone's problems?
Why am I the one that doesn't get a call when there's a party going on?
Answer: Sometimes, things just happen.
That's all there is to it.
I wake up and have a cigarette. Then I come on the cult. Then I just sit here, bored. Then I have a shower. Then I sit here. Then I check my emails, then I sit here. Then I try to cry but the tears won't come.
This is my life, nothing ever happens.
But then, there's suicide. I've thought about it a lot, but never went through with it because my parents would go through hell if I killed myself.
But today, today I realized that this horrible house, the times I had to attend the first day of school with the same old handmedowns while the other kids had brand new Nike shit, the times that I would have to come home from friends houses because they're having supper and I would come home to my mom sitting on the couch drinking beer, and I'd ask her if she was making supper and she would tell me to fuck off...all of this, this is their fault.
I didn't choose to be born into this life, it just happend. And so I'll rebel.
oh I've held the knife to my wrists before, but the thought of my parents misery drew the blade from my wrist. But now, I want them to be miserable.
I have a glass of straight tobacco that I made from the Anarchists cook book, they say it that three drops should kill someone.
I'll drink, and then slit my wrists.
And that won't be something that just happens. This will be something I choose, not like the principal that kicked me out of school because I had two absenses, this will be different, this will be MY choice.
And the only people I can tell are you guys, because I don't have to look into your eyes. You're the only friends I have left, and I hate you all.