I do somthing good I get called a lier I do somthing bad People say I am the worse I do nothing People say I am Lazy I do what the people want I get it thrown back in my face I am serious guys all I did was come here and show you what I did, you guys make me feel like shit, its hard being me okay, but my life is good I got a great girlfriend whose house I go over to everyday she seems like the only one who loves me, I wasnt shown much attention when growing up, everybody calls me a lier, nobody cares about me, nobody cares what I do, nobody wants to be around me, nobody talks to me, nobody wants to be my friend, nobody ever ounce said I care about you. I feel like killing myself, I feel like shit, I feel like nobody wheneverybody else is a sombody. I cry all the time cause nobody loves me, I just feel like falling and calling it quits.
LOL..I know i wonder why..(reported) If you are having those problems go see a counseler i am not joking either........
thread teleported from irrelevant forum to a less irrelevant forum. if you got problems you should see someone about it. however i see from this link here http://forums.afterdawn.com/thread_view.cfm/2/321563#1875335 that you were Xx247xX a few days ago and were quite happily professing to have hacked the xbox 360. if you are depressed go see your Doc who can arrange for you to see someone. but posting about it on a very public forum won't get you the help you need.
Graham - i was part of the 360 thread, sure there were a few that had a disbelief, and anyone who's in the scene the way you claim to be can surely understand that. you should know how many claimsw there have been to have hacked the 360 already, so people will question it until they get actual proof. a few snap shots do not qualify as proof to the real sceners. Dude, you're 14 if i remember correctly, you haven't even lived yet and now you're worried about what a bunch of people online think? do you not even realize how stupid that is? None of us make a damn bit of difference. So now we have a 14 year old kid whining about nobody likes me, nobody cares, blah blah blah. Perhaps if you weren't whining about attention then people would enjoy being around you. You say no one cares about you, but in the 360 thead you were saying how supportive your mom was about you being so dedicated to something. So personally i think you're full of shit. You claim no one has ever said they cared about you, well man, I care about you. i sincerly care enough to hope you pull your head out of your ass and get over this stupid whiny bullshit. And if you're a lost cause, and there truly is no hope for you, and you truly want to kill yourself, well then i care enough about you to give you a friendly piece of advice....
You buy two CB radios so you can talk to yourself. You can tell your age by the number of rings in the bathtub. You're moved to tears every time you hear Dolly Parton singing "I Will Always Love You". When a sign that says "Say No To Crack!" reminds you to pull up your jeans. The theme song at your high school prom was `Friends in Low Places'.
The Warning Signs of Insanity... Everyone you meet appears to have tentacles growing out of places that you wouldn't expect tentacles to be growing from. You start out each morning with a 30-minute jog around the bathroom. You write to your mother in Germany every week, even though she sends you mail from Iowa asking why you never write. Every time you see a street sign, you have a tremendous urge to relieve yourself on it. You wear your boxers on your head because you heard it will ward of evil dandruff spirits. You're always having to apologize to your next door neighbour for setting fire to his lawn decorations. Every commercial you hear on the radio reminds you of death. People stay away from you whenever they hear you howl. Your breath smells more and more like squirrel dung each passing day. Nobody listens to you anymore, because they can't understand you through that scuba mask. You begin to stop and consider all of the blades of grass you've stepped on as a child, and worry that their ancestors are going to one day seek revenge. You have meaningful conversations with your toaster. Your father pretends you don't exist, just to play along with your little illusion. You collect dead windowsill flies. Every time the phone rings, you shout, "Hey! An angel just got its wings!" You like cats. Especially with mayo. You cry at the end of every episode of Gilligan's Island because they weren't rescued. You put tennis balls in the microwave to see if they'll hatch. You have a predominant fear of fabric softener. Your dentist asks you why each individual tooth has your name etched on it, and you tell him it's for security reasons. Melba toast excites you. When the waiter asks for your order, you ask to go into another room to tell him because "the napkins have ears." You tend to agree with everything your mother's dead uncle tells you. You argue with yourself about which is better, to be eaten by a koala or to be loved by an infectious disease. You like to sit in cornfields for prolonged periods of time, and pretend that you're a stalk. You try to make a list of the Warning Signs of Insanity. (cough) People offer you help, but you unfortunately interpret this as a violation of your rights as a boysenberry. You keep thinking this is the year for the Red Sox. You despise the voices in your head, especially the one that speaks only Hindi. You see migrating flocks of ducks in the fall and only your attachment to the toaster keeps you from joining them. The person you always talk to is invisible to everyone but you. You like reading lists like this.
