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.
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