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loving image shack is now a paysite

only died 20 times

Cut my pinky finger at hockey last year an had to go to the emergency room



-My right wrist was fractured during a game of dodgeball where I fell off a stage. I didn't get it checked for a week, and because of my damn teachers the fracture got worse
-The top of my head was when my mother threw me at a wall, and I split my head open. They just glued my head together instead of using stitches.
1st : Sometimes humans can be jackasses when you get injured
2nd injury : how in the world did this even happen

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The surgery was successful
holy stuff


When I was a child... I was tortured and ridiculed by all the kids at school. They'd call me names and push me around. I had no friends. I hated everyone. Nobody would talk to me. I soon became the quiet kid that sits in the back of the class... I could hear faint whispers. People talking about me everywhere I go. This made me hate the world, and everybody in it.

I suppose that leads up to now. All my life, I've been nothing but lonely and filled with anger. The picture above explains what I am today. The color is black. Yes, I realize it's not a color on the list. That is because you cannot define me, for I am unruly.

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When I was a child... I was tortured and ridiculed by all the kids at school. They'd call me names and push me around. I had no friends. I hated everyone. Nobody would talk to me. I soon became the quiet kid that sits in the back of the class... I could hear faint whispers. People talking about me everywhere I go. This made me hate the world, and everybody in it.

I suppose that leads up to now. All my life, I've been nothing but lonely and filled with anger. The picture above explains what I am today. The color is black. Yes, I realize it's not a color on the list. That is because you cannot define me, for I am unruly.
My name is not important. What is important is what I'm going to do... I just loving hate this world. Human worms feasting on its carcass. My whole life, just cold, bitter hatred, and I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance and no life saving, and I will put in the grave as many as I can for me to kill, and it's time for me to die. My crusade begins here.



i tried to be srs. Not sure what other is so I just threw it in there.

i tried to be srs. Not sure what other is so I just threw it in there.
What the forget were you doing to your head


What the forget were you doing to your head

I may have hit my head on walls a few times as a kid. :cookieMonster:

My name is not important. What is important is what I'm going to do... I just loving hate this world. Human worms feasting on its carcass. My whole life, just cold, bitter hatred, and I always wanted to die violently. This is the time of vengeance and no life saving, and I will put in the grave as many as I can for me to kill, and it's time for me to die. My crusade begins here.
honestly the first thing I thought of when I read his post


Self Harm- Used to choke myself and stuff.
Childhood memories- Eye- Fell on school playground, stick lodged underneath my eye
                               Chin- Running in old house, slipped slid across floor and broke open my chin


Self Harm- Used to choke myself and stuff.
Childhood memories- Eye- Fell on school playground, stick lodged underneath my eye
                               Chin- Running in old house, slipped slid across floor and broke open my chin
-forget it nvm-
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