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@Stray Sheep calm down, read your bible, eat your chicken
the powerleveling is palpable this evening
the powerleveling is palpable this evening
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Brace yourself: This isn't exclusive to the South. I can go to my local malls and find Confederate Flags, and I live a stone's throw away from Canada.You can buy Confederate Flags at the flag shop at the mall.
Just clean your damn room, already.Why is my room any of your concern.
How is leaking my family's personal info helpful in any way.
How is it considered "leaking" if it's publicly available information? If I posted a picture of my tramp stamp and my boss saw it, it would be my own damn fault for putting it up online. How the hell did you get this far and not figure that one out?That was stuff that you had on your Facebook page publicly for others to see in the first place.
You're still a lying liar who lies. Seriously, I've had the same Facebook account since 2007, and it's still been private - without interruption - since then. Even if this was the case, don't blame Facebook for your absolute inability to keep your private life private. Have some fucking self-regulation.Actually, my Facebook was set to private until Facebook fucked up their security shit.
@Stray Sheep calm down, read your bible, eat your chicken
the powerleveling is palpable this evening
Very guilty of that....@Stray Sheep calm down, read your bible, eat your chicken
the powerleveling is palpable this evening
My god. That power level...@Stray Sheep, I'm going to risk my power level a little to tell you a story about a guy who has been in a psych ward and had people get their parents to intervene.
I was taken by my mother on the advice of a therapist to a hospital with a psychiatric hold facility with other people in a similar position. Aside from giving me something to help me sleep because I was too jittery to calm down enough to do so, I was otherwise left to myself. While I was there, I mostly was given an opportunity to unwind, away from technology and actually having nothing but a few paperback books and a soft pen and some paper to work with, so while I was there, I generally allowed the medication to chill me out while I wrote about how I was feeling and caught up on the latest John Grisham novel.
By the time it was over, I was sent home with a temporary prescription, then I went to our local mental health center, was prescribed a treatment based on the observations of how I acted while in the psych ward, and since that time, my depression and other issues have been carefully monitored and I have received all sorts of help with everything, including transportation, finding work, other social services that could help me, and I even got in touch with other people like myself via those sessions.
The end result was me, who is now happy, well adjusted, reasonably stable, on a medication and therapy regimen that keeps me living a reasonably happy and prosperous life, and I'm all the better for it.
I won't lie, I didn't LIKE being the psych ward, brief though my stay was, but was never mistreated or abused, and I left much saner and calmer.
Basically, as someone who has been there, I can say you won't regret going, it started me on the road to getting the help I needed, and I've never looked back on that with regret.
I can find them and I am in CanadaBrace yourself: This isn't exclusive to the South. I can go to my local malls and find Confederate Flags, and I live a stone's throw away from Canada.
Yeah seriously. instead of the message to Kayla I feel more like we should have one telling permanently for ballpit that says STOP REVEALING YOUR POWERLEVEL.Tumblr threads always bring out people's "let me tell you my life story and why I am better than this lolcow" urges. It's really lame.
Have you considered maybe your parents don't want you around, would be glad to see you gone, and no longer care how that goal is accomplished?Anyways, I've waited long enough and it's clear my parents don't give a shit about some stalker creeps trying to talk to them. My mom would have called me downstairs or my dad would have texted or called at this point and, surprise, none of the above has happened. I'm gonna go do some more interesting shit now that I know I'm safe.
@Stray Sheep You claim to be a good writer but you don't even do a paragraph break when a new character is speaking. I don't know how much your journalism class taught you about writing but this is very basic stuff. Also your writing is fucking boring.
Bring on those autistic ratings.
That seems like a mean thing to imply wowHave you considered maybe your parents don't want you around, would be glad to see you gone, and no longer care how that goal is accomplished?
I think you're a little too cool for 'tism ratings.
Brace yourself: This isn't exclusive to the South. I can go to my local malls and find Confederate Flags, and I live a stone's throw away from Canada.
Yeah, sorry for powerleveling a little bit in this thread/the Springtrapp thread. I just have too much experience with this kind of sad-ass "I'm going to use my potential mental illness as an excuse to be completely insufferable!" shit among past friends, and I've been effortposting a little in hope that it might help? But it ain't gonna help, so whatever.
This fanfic is thoroughly mediocre, in case anyone was wondering. I can't even get upset about it. It's just boring.
I think you're a little too cool for 'tism ratings. Will an inappropriate feels work?
Nobody is too cool for autistic ratings.