MyLastStand wrote...
no im insulting you because I know what a piece of shit you are from personal experience. dealing with your kind in my life gives me all i need to know about fucked up people like you, and youre going straight to hell because youve done many unforgavable things.
you need to stop fucking over your friends and family you worthless piece of shit, theyre the only people who would really be there through think and thin.
Wow, what a mouthful of misconceptions.
Okay, where do I start?
Dealing with 'my kind' huh?
So you assume that because you've had a small glimpse of the actions I've taken in life, that you can assume me to be a horrible person for doing those things, even without knowing the circumstances or my motivations behind doing so?
That's really jumping to a LOT of conclusions there, or you're making a biased opinion based on your limited knowledge about me. Either way, you're wrong.
I'm an atheist, so telling me I'm going to hell is like saying Zeus will toss lightning at me and kill me, and I'll suffer eternal damnation in Tartaros.
I didn't fuck anyone over who didn't deserve it because they did something to me that was much worse before.
In my brother's case, he disowned me as his brother alongside my father, Who disowned me because I couldn't raise my GPA to 3.5 by the end of High School, and so afterward I suffered from homelessness for 3 years, in and out of the county jail because I couldn't find a legal place to sleep for free with shelter, and ended up being arrested for that. Sometimes, it was much nicer to stay in jail - at least I got to eat there.
So he ruined the first 3 years of my adult life, and I still haven't fully bounced back from all the bad habits I picked up while homeless. Mostly my lack of hygiene, but also habits that can be bad for my health, like self-diagnosis of injuries and illnesses.
No one would take me in, and in my small hometown of Canby, Oregon, there are no homeless shelters, so guess who I turned to - my best friend.
But instead of helping me, he let me stay for one night, then kicked me out and stole all of the shit I had collected up to then to survive while I was homeless, including my jacket, in the middle of the fucking winter.
So I suffered at the hands of not only my cold, inhumane family, but at the false hospitality of my 'best friend' who once said he'd have my back anytime I was in need.
While they all had their circumstances, I suffered profoundly at their hands. And so, while I was homeless, I decided that I would stay in their good graces, only to get back at them for my suffering later.
In both of their cases, I took something they wanted badly, and valued highly, and destroyed in, and then threw it away, just like they did to me for 3 years.
Still not a very even trade-off, because I am still suffering from infections I picked up while homeless about 2 years ago, and because I have a broken arm that is recovering, and no medical insurance, and not enough money from my shitty 45-hour full-time janitorial job I took to have a roof over my head while I go to college, so nothing can be done about a bunch of shitty things happening to me thanks to my 'friends and family', who would be with me 'through thick and thin'.
Yeah, they really 'helped' me a lot.