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STORY CONTENTS: Almost 4,000 words (3.8K), Emotional, Anxiety-induced stressful story, Depression, Bar Visit, Struggles with life, Grief, Cursing words
Well, I guess this is about as time as Anny to share this grief-stricken story (my long-term pseudo-traumatic or my malingering situation). A story I wrote as just as terrible enough that you want to read that'll gut you around regarding of my wrongdoings and my actions. It's something that I want to let it all out before anything else comes my way, would lead me into doing this that'll hurt somebody, and get them angry for what I'd done.
It wasn't easy sharing that story, but it's for the best trying to express my feelings when someone else did, and I deserve that lingering guilt that what happened through many years. The years went by as it went me into doing all of that around people would be ashamed and disappointed, and I can't move on from the past knowing what I did to these people around the internet and what I did to them long ago IRL as just a kid.
Nothing else could've bothered me as I'm just this loser scumbag user onto here I'd act ridiculous and immature from the strain I was pressuring with into thinking other people could treat me like this and maybe even more worse then. And knowing even my presence would already turn away the reality into believing myself wishing I'd oughta be a real person I am now, and knowing it may turn back it the way it was and be more successful in my life... Whelp, that isn't happening because I think I know my answers anyway.
Other people would read this story to believe everything inside the contents in this story. Maybe people wouldn't get it because of the pain I went through amongst all the years about me treating people like garbage and being a spoiled brat who underlies every conceivable thing around being better and the laws of reality by hurting them from other people's account that they will never see me knowing all that damage I did to them. And that I mean, ONLY MORE and other people I treated them this way.
Pretty much (A ShallotHare apology ref: don't mind clicking that hyperlink), I had very poor social skills during the time and I already hurt people realizing I am this broken tool wishing I did and tried enough ALWAYS trying hard to be apart of various communities and other sites I'm actively only on trying to behave and be only better. It's ONLY the fact that I've put people the danger their in now, they might turn their backs against me after all I did to them and it's never going to go away.
Sharing this story is not going to get through your thick skulls about what you witnessed and what you read just now. You might not even believe me. It's only going to slip the cracks once, it would will twice, but once more will create the gap.
All of that really to that point I'm making leads to break me real bad, and I never knew why all of this would happen and causing all of these things would go straight to my head. I had a horrible past of treating people disgust and hatred of knowing I'd do this would leave a scar on their faces from the rest of their lives.
Most of these people I've treated have EXTREMELY CHALLENGING and HORRIBLE RESOLUTIONS for them, and half of them faced good or bad lives and paths upon all measure. But because all of that what I said, I really let them down after all I did and done to them. They'll never approach or reach me after being the victim of all things what I did about treating them just as wrong as something else impertinent. I put their lives in jeopardy for all of that I did to them, and it will never get them back regarding all of that what I said. Hope this can get people the full detail of the issue, and it will later in a bunch.
Disregarding this reason or all my ulterior and sinister CORRUPT motives, I have a lot more to believe. I was selfish. I was dumb even to know other people for not knowing how to act mature and didn't know how to act mature and I did it to other people: the attack. The assault that my self-being of a child wishes that I'd act all wild and reckless, to attempt the attack. No one else believed me to be happy as much as anyone else did based on any of their assumptions, even privately or whatever. It doesn't concern me about that part. It only matters that other people never believed me to be happy and never will be happy. Maybe even lying to people will be that case of that later if it comes to mind.
I'd wished I'd change, and all of this led me to believe that I'm never doing great things what I'm doing let alone being disillusioned with everything going on right now from my days I've spent here at the point, that I've been a victim and using them for MY needs and tricking them from everything—from manipulating into believing they'd care I'd listen and care about things, but they never will.
I will forever haunt the person I will become for the rest of my life.
I thought it never had to come any terms to this after writing the story for a grueling 8 months (Nov 25th, 2024-July 26th, 2025) after mostly thinking about my awful, awful memories about me treating people like dogshit and all that and with work and all, it's for a reason I had to post this story and wishing you'd believe things, even if you don't understand them much.
Just one small thought before I sign out of this description:
With all of that I'd done to them that were really affected, It's going to take more than apologies to make up what I did. All I need is just closure and advice, regarding the explanation of things. Rather than just being honest or correct or whatever, just please give me honest answers and wish I'd respond to them PM or in comments, whatever. Please do so if you feel like it or not.
Have fun reading this story, or not. :/
Story written by
LogoThePizzaPie
Posted by schedule using PostyBirb v3.1.57 (downgraded?)
Warning: story is based off of 'LEXMAS 3' by ShallotHare
STORY CONTENTS: Almost 4,000 words (3.8K), Emotional, Anxiety-induced stressful story, Depression, Bar Visit, Struggles with life, Grief, Cursing words
Well, I guess this is about as time as Anny to share this grief-stricken story (my long-term pseudo-traumatic or my malingering situation). A story I wrote as just as terrible enough that you want to read that'll gut you around regarding of my wrongdoings and my actions. It's something that I want to let it all out before anything else comes my way, would lead me into doing this that'll hurt somebody, and get them angry for what I'd done.
It wasn't easy sharing that story, but it's for the best trying to express my feelings when someone else did, and I deserve that lingering guilt that what happened through many years. The years went by as it went me into doing all of that around people would be ashamed and disappointed, and I can't move on from the past knowing what I did to these people around the internet and what I did to them long ago IRL as just a kid.
Nothing else could've bothered me as I'm just this loser scumbag user onto here I'd act ridiculous and immature from the strain I was pressuring with into thinking other people could treat me like this and maybe even more worse then. And knowing even my presence would already turn away the reality into believing myself wishing I'd oughta be a real person I am now, and knowing it may turn back it the way it was and be more successful in my life... Whelp, that isn't happening because I think I know my answers anyway.
Other people would read this story to believe everything inside the contents in this story. Maybe people wouldn't get it because of the pain I went through amongst all the years about me treating people like garbage and being a spoiled brat who underlies every conceivable thing around being better and the laws of reality by hurting them from other people's account that they will never see me knowing all that damage I did to them. And that I mean, ONLY MORE and other people I treated them this way.
Pretty much (A ShallotHare apology ref: don't mind clicking that hyperlink), I had very poor social skills during the time and I already hurt people realizing I am this broken tool wishing I did and tried enough ALWAYS trying hard to be apart of various communities and other sites I'm actively only on trying to behave and be only better. It's ONLY the fact that I've put people the danger their in now, they might turn their backs against me after all I did to them and it's never going to go away.
Sharing this story is not going to get through your thick skulls about what you witnessed and what you read just now. You might not even believe me. It's only going to slip the cracks once, it would will twice, but once more will create the gap.
All of that really to that point I'm making leads to break me real bad, and I never knew why all of this would happen and causing all of these things would go straight to my head. I had a horrible past of treating people disgust and hatred of knowing I'd do this would leave a scar on their faces from the rest of their lives.
Most of these people I've treated have EXTREMELY CHALLENGING and HORRIBLE RESOLUTIONS for them, and half of them faced good or bad lives and paths upon all measure. But because all of that what I said, I really let them down after all I did and done to them. They'll never approach or reach me after being the victim of all things what I did about treating them just as wrong as something else impertinent. I put their lives in jeopardy for all of that I did to them, and it will never get them back regarding all of that what I said. Hope this can get people the full detail of the issue, and it will later in a bunch.
Disregarding this reason or all my ulterior and sinister CORRUPT motives, I have a lot more to believe. I was selfish. I was dumb even to know other people for not knowing how to act mature and didn't know how to act mature and I did it to other people: the attack. The assault that my self-being of a child wishes that I'd act all wild and reckless, to attempt the attack. No one else believed me to be happy as much as anyone else did based on any of their assumptions, even privately or whatever. It doesn't concern me about that part. It only matters that other people never believed me to be happy and never will be happy. Maybe even lying to people will be that case of that later if it comes to mind.
I'd wished I'd change, and all of this led me to believe that I'm never doing great things what I'm doing let alone being disillusioned with everything going on right now from my days I've spent here at the point, that I've been a victim and using them for MY needs and tricking them from everything—from manipulating into believing they'd care I'd listen and care about things, but they never will.
I will forever haunt the person I will become for the rest of my life.
I thought it never had to come any terms to this after writing the story for a grueling 8 months (Nov 25th, 2024-July 26th, 2025) after mostly thinking about my awful, awful memories about me treating people like dogshit and all that and with work and all, it's for a reason I had to post this story and wishing you'd believe things, even if you don't understand them much.
Just one small thought before I sign out of this description:
With all of that I'd done to them that were really affected, It's going to take more than apologies to make up what I did. All I need is just closure and advice, regarding the explanation of things. Rather than just being honest or correct or whatever, just please give me honest answers and wish I'd respond to them PM or in comments, whatever. Please do so if you feel like it or not.
Have fun reading this story, or not. :/
Story written by
LogoThePizzaPiePosted by schedule using PostyBirb v3.1.57 (downgraded?)
Warning: story is based off of 'LEXMAS 3' by ShallotHare
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 1.3 MB
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