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Banned
Join Date: May 2006
Posts: 0
a thought about something
Not that you care, but I need to tell you this: I am lonely and depressed, I have no sense of direction in life, I see evil everywhere I look; I failed at life.
It's hard to admit it, but that's how sad I am. That I have the courage to be this open about my problems only reinforces the premise of my argument: My life sucks. And what's remarkable is not that I lost all my pride, shame and dreams; but that I don't care.
I don't shun self-pity, I embrace it.
Talking about my problems, with strangers, helps me cope with the sense of doom and despair that veils my every day life. Every day I fall deeper into the well of eternal loser hood, with no hope of coming back to the surface ever again; I passed the point of no return long ago.
Video games are my drug and my anti-drug: Wake up, wash my eyes, play video games. Stop playing video games, go to sleep. Repeat ad infinitum. That's my life. Video games transport me to another time and dimension where I can sustain an ego and sense of identity that I otherwise cannot afford; they help me get over myself.
My message to you: Be glad that you have a near perfect life, and do not feel sympathy for this poor pathetic bastard; you must fight this feeling if you do. I am not worthy of your time and you are not worthy of mine. Call it mutual disrespect.
Wtf? Is this another King Hnery account?
(+, if this has been posted already please forgiv. I havent checked yet
)
Banned
Join Date: May 2006
Posts: 0
a thought about something
Not that you care, but I need to tell you this: I am lonely and depressed, I have no sense of direction in life, I see evil everywhere I look; I failed at life.
It's hard to admit it, but that's how sad I am. That I have the courage to be this open about my problems only reinforces the premise of my argument: My life sucks. And what's remarkable is not that I lost all my pride, shame and dreams; but that I don't care.
I don't shun self-pity, I embrace it.
Talking about my problems, with strangers, helps me cope with the sense of doom and despair that veils my every day life. Every day I fall deeper into the well of eternal loser hood, with no hope of coming back to the surface ever again; I passed the point of no return long ago.
Video games are my drug and my anti-drug: Wake up, wash my eyes, play video games. Stop playing video games, go to sleep. Repeat ad infinitum. That's my life. Video games transport me to another time and dimension where I can sustain an ego and sense of identity that I otherwise cannot afford; they help me get over myself.
My message to you: Be glad that you have a near perfect life, and do not feel sympathy for this poor pathetic bastard; you must fight this feeling if you do. I am not worthy of your time and you are not worthy of mine. Call it mutual disrespect.
Wtf? Is this another King Hnery account?
(+, if this has been posted already please forgiv. I havent checked yet
)
