Okay. We all know, that in the past few months, this club had been trolled, there have been rude people, etc. And I find that most of it comes down to me. But, I want to say, I am sorry for 연기 a bit immature the other night. I have problems. But I grew up in a screwed up family and life. I can't see a therapist. And so on. So, when people get into fights that have nothing to do with me, and then bring ME into THEIR situation, and tell me that I am immature, annoying, a troll, etc., I get upset because I don't know why they would bring me into a situation that had nothing to do with the other night, 또는 with me at all. And I want to ask... other than the other night, and then a few months 이전 when we were trolled, why do people nag and 암캐, 암 캐 at me so much? I can't keep doing this. I come on this site for fun. And I also want to say: before 당신 tell me that I am immature again, 또는 ever, try putting yourself in MY boots/shoes. 당신 will find it very annoying that people do this one here, and that 당신 grew up with a fucked up life and family. Half my family is disfunctional in one way 또는 another. I am tired of getting treated like shit, when I don't start shit. Yes, I may finish an arguement, but that's because I don't want the arguememt anymore. But I've never ever said anything other than this right here, telling people off, 또는 being rude to people. I mean, really? Why am I always the one thrown around here??? I am also speaking for a few others, as well. So I ask 당신 all, if 당신 were ever one of these people, to please stop bitching and nagging at me. I put a lot of time into thinking about what happens on here, and how I could make the situation bette, but whatever I do to make people happier around me, they KEEP bitching and nagging. Just stop please, I ask 당신 nicely.
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a 망가 I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what 당신 brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if 당신 don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So 코멘트 with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an 시간 from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad said we had to live in now. Before this 5 일 drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh 음식 was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh 음식 was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and said nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)