Not to say that I'm from Mars or anything like that. But what's a person to do when they can't make a single step anywhere without finding hostility, rejection, bullying, what have you. I'm tired of it and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm quite honestly sick of trying, clearly I'm not wanted anywhere so why am I still futilely trying to fight the tidal wave of hate?
My parents abused me, my siblings hate me, I was always getting beat up from grade 1-12, same BS happened at college, same BS when I went to work. I try to find friends on the net, people turn on me, backstab me, humiliate me, conspire against me, and ultimately run me off with pitchforks and torches. It'll happen here too, it's already starting. I've already got a mod harassing me.
So what I really want to know, not that I expect to get a straight answer. What the f**k did I do to you humanity? Does my appearance chafe you that much, do I not look right, do I not act in perfect harmony with your invisible BS social laws and rules? Do I have some kind of f*****g tattoo on my back that says "Unload your hatred on this a**hole!"? (Fully expect someone to answer "Yes!".)
Honestly, people don't want me around. I get that, I get it perfectly. I'm just about ready to grant them their f*****g wish. Not that I expect they'd appreciate, my funeral would be one where spitballs are handed out and people throw eggs at my casket. Oh please, like anyone would come to my f*****g funeral.
Speaking of which I think god is in on this BS too, because now he thinks it's funny to not let me sleep and then show me images of being dragged down into hell and devoured by spiders while everyone who hates me stands over me laughing. Of course when I wake up in the middle of the night screaming, no one comes to my aid. My mother will come in and tell me to be quiet but that's about it.
Oh yeah, and there are the people who claim to be "friends". Some friends. If you're my friends, why do you duck and dodge me? Why do you avoid me? Why am I always having to beg you to talk to me and then you find some excuse not to? Why are you pretending to be my friend when your act of holding me at arms length shows that you don't want me around anyway. OH CRAP! DUH NO ONE f*****g WANTS ME AROUND!
There's a drawer full of f*****g knives across the hall. All I want is to not be in pain anymore, but god throws me that last curveball. I'M GONNA MAKE YOU TOO MUCH OF A FRIGHTENED COWARD TO KILL YOURSELF! HAHAHA!
Even god f*****g hates me. Not sure why, but he sure gets off on seeing me suffer. Just like humans do.
It's okay people, just keep beating the self-esteem out of me. I've been your b***h for coming up on four decades now, now sense in stopping what works for you. After all, I'm just here to soak up your anger and hatred, and god knows I can't do that if I have the power to stand up for myself.
Okay, I'll shut up now. 