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Jesus Christ, let me explain my whole life story. Before I start, let me tell you this: This game has caused me so much game in the past I can't even describe it amazingly.It all started, when I was 1. My dad died of cancer in 2004. I was left alone with my grandparents for 5 months because my mom suffered of a mental disease. There, at my grandparents house, I was treated REALLY poorly and I was barely provided with enough stuff to cover myself. When I was two, I was living with my mom who had just recovered from that same disease. She treated me very poorly, I was abused frequently. When I was three, I was introduced to the world of computers. I played around with DOS operating systems, and as well Windows XP. When I was 4, I went to preschool and had a good time there. I had troubles with my motor skills, and I picked on kids often though. When I was five, my brother introduced me to a game called "Blockland", I fell in love with it, and played for a while. I was frequently called names like "friend", and "Dumbstuff", but I didn't know what that meant. When I was 6, I took Blockland a little more seriously, and asked my mom for my own key. She said no, but I later got one. When I was 7, I was diagnosed with 8 mental disorders, Bi-Polar, ADD, ADHD, Apserger's Syndrome, ODD, OCD, and some more I can't remember. When I was 8, I finally got a Blockland key, and here's where the torture begins, I was frequently tormented, people tracked my mom's phone number and credit card, and trolled me commonly. I then took a long break from the game, and that didn't loving stop it. People called my home phone, and tracked my e-mail and signed me up for research and stuff like that. When I was 9, I matured a little, and got used to people calling me bad names. Well, not all the way. I had 3 Self Delete attempts that year, and I was sent to a mental hospital after my 3rd one. And since I am ten now, you all know me as Keith, or HedRokkA, I have been tormented numerous times due me having autism and what-not. I do realize that I can't change, and I might never, but I tell you, as I am writing this, I am in a group home right now.I want to say thank-you to Johnny Blockhead and others for actually being my friend, and not loving making me want to kill myself more. It's been a long journey, my life has. And you friends made it worse.Goodbye, all. I will remember this place as my worst nightmare.Forever.User was banned for this post
Op is gone, lets hope it stays that way.Gg no re.
3 Self Delete attempts? someone doesn't know how to tie a propper noose.
Just remembered this,Quote from Badspot"Bad things happening to you is not drama"
Keith, I'm going to be upfront with you here. Nobody is going to care about your past. You're what, 10 years old? You've literally got your whole life ahead of you. You can't base your predictions about your entire life on how poorly the first 1/8th went. If you want people to like you, then be sociable. If you act like an starfish people won't like you. If you consistently troll everybody, people won't like you. Go find a new home on the internet, and when you get there make an effort to actually develop friendships. Friends will care about you. Complete strangers who see you crying about your past, regardless of how justified it is, do not care about you. You're not going to get sympathy from us. You're extremely young and you've got a whole life to live, don't waste it.
Eyrk, you were/are a nice guy inside.
i could open up programs and play games (i barely knew how), such as sims 2, i also learned how to type, but the only thing i could spell correctly was "hi".
Seems legit.
