I admit, I was watching you on FA a long time ago, and I recall there was a lot of things going on during that time, but I don't remember why you got banned, but I do recall thinking you seemed extremely stressed. But if you want to talk about what's gone on, I'd be curious to listen at least.
I admit, I was watching you on FA a long time ago, and I recall there was a lot of things going on d
Over the years, I've built up this narrative of myself that I think is mostly accurate, though it does leave out a few things. Probably about half of what has happened to me in life has been fate, but half has been my fault ultimately. It started in high school, where I was bullied extensively by the football team. Then, I was actually bullied in college. Can you imagine that? I was bullied for being a furry and for being moody and weird, which I was. It almost ended in me taking a baseball bat to some pothead's face.
In my early 20s, I thought I was hot shit and decided to start looking for love, so I took a trip down to Florida to see a Sonic fanartist I barely knew. A few days in I got into a car accident in a rental and spent the rest of the week miserable. The year after, 2003, I took a trip to Minnesota to visit the moderator of the Fans United for SatAM forums and a few friends of hers. It went well enough, and she even moved out with me for a few months. But then that December she moved back suddenly without any of her stuff. I got pissed and hacked the website through her computer, deleting a lot of the forum. I pretty much swore off girlfriends since then. That was 17 years ago.
In 2009 I had to quit my job as an editor at a local paper because my boss was an incompetent bitch and I let her know as much. Of course, in 2012, I was banned permanently from FA because I got sick of people there white-knighting for a few "clean" furry artists when I decided to draw porn of their avatars. In 2015 I got a massive leg infection in my right ankle and shin that nearly cost me my leg, but docs took the skin off and it took nearly a year to heal. During the healing I got a pulmonary embolism that nearly cost me my life. In November 2016, after a night of heavy drinking, I sent a sexually explicit email to one of my co-workers at the other newspaper I worked as an editor at. I was promptly fired a few days later, and months after, I had to move back home with my parents and look for another job.
I briefly got a job at Walmart in 2019, but one of my co-workers was a complete asshole and I was miserable there. I eventually had to quit when doctors told me I had to have surgery to remove my colon because my ulcerative colitis could not be controlled with drugs, and I was going to get cancer later in life if I didn't. It was around this time in October 2019 that my mother died of cancer and dementia after being sick and wheelchair bound for 4 years. My surgery went well but my recovery was miserable. Now I'm healed, but my mom is gone, my right leg is forever fucked up, I have absolutely no friends and no girlfriend because nobody can stand me, and I have to live at home with my stepfather who I despise despite knowing him for 30 years. I still have no job and with Covid-19 and now this Black Lives Matter shit going on, it doesn't look like I'm going to be getting one any time soon.
Basically, over the past 20 years, I've slowly learned to hate other people. I can't seem to get along with anyone, and everybody just wants to ignore me now, so I've basically thrown my hands up and said "fuck it." The world is fucked and I'm going to die alone because all my family is gone or dead and I have no friends.
Over the years, I've built up this narrative of myself that I think is mostly accurate, though it do
The world is good at making one bitter. I have my own bitterness. I'm sorry so many bad things happened to you. All I can say, is I hope good things start now. Just remember not to block them if they do. bitterness can do that. The economy should be opening back up soon. Probably sooner than CNN will admit. Be well.
The world is good at making one bitter. I have my own bitterness. I'm sorry so many bad things happe
It's really depressing when you're literally the embodiment of every negative stereotype that people online have accused me of. I'm a NEET, an incel, a furry, a brony and a tryhard. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm autistic as well.
It's really depressing when you're literally the embodiment of every negative stereotype that people
There are a lot of assholes but also people who don't understand what is going on. People usually don't like negativity, and it can be difficult to tell how serious something truly is. Anyway it sounds you have been through a lot, get well and good luck.
There are a lot of assholes but also people who don't understand what is going on. People usually do
at some point you have to stop caring about what negative people on line think and just live your life the best you can. I'm pretty sure there are a dozen things people could call me and I don't give a fuck anymore.
at some point you have to stop caring about what negative people on line think and just live your li
