OUCH!!!

woodie just called me a whore!!!!!!

nonsense, i am extremely opinionated and love to talk, but im shy around pretty ladies. the first person to try to walk on me is going away minus a foot! then again maybe im not a nice guy? lol. im not sure what constitues a nice guy anymore.....

The "nice guys" who are whining about finishing last aren't really what I'd call a true nice guy. They're just being whiny. Blaming it on being a nice guy.

but nice guys finish last because for the most part we dont move on a woman and talk dirty and whisper drunk come ons in her ear.

awww how cute! cotton put Zs in there instead! thats so cute! lol. sup?

thats because if i said it with S`s it would get edited automaticly


asshole <----see?

Time of a confession;

I know what its like, that feeling of being rejected by everyone, always being last pick in everything, if ever picked at all. After awhile it starts to get to you, it invades your soul and soon you consider yourself as an outsider who shouldn't be around others. So you quit being social because the fear of rejections paralyzes you and you only feel safe in your room because nothing rejected you there. But everything outside your cage dislikes you and doesn't care about you, and would rather run you over with a car than talk to you. Then all your social skills dissolve into your depression and the only thing you ever talk about is your darkness, which even drives your closest friends away.

Then you have nothing. No voice. No friends to turn to, no way to escape the cage you built around yourself.

So the only way is to scream for help but since you social skills are gone, you revert back to crying instead of talking thru your feelings. Then people look at you like your an idiot for crying because real men don't cry, they have balls and can attack every issue with brutal force and look manly doing it. But not you, you've tied yourself down and can't hold your ears while people laugh at you, you hear them mocking you and making fun of you and so you cry for help again and it makes them laugh harder and louder. You feel hopeless again but then a new emotion comes in like a fiery inferno; anger.

As the people laugh your anger gets hotter and soon you feel the fire under your skin, in your muscles, and in your mind. You scream as loud as you can and finally words come out. It quiets the laughter to silence and soon you find yourself ripping the chains that held you down. By now the laughing voices have disappeared and your able to see the hell you created for yourself. It makes you mad that you couldn't see this before and soon the anger comes back, hot as lava, and you start putting holes in the walls, and soon all four walls have come down and you look around and see world of rejection that scared you so much to build a cell, is nothing more than long field with endless people having fun, being themselves, not giving a damn about rejections. And if one is rejected, fark them, there are other people to talk too.

I beat my disease and now i kick ass at everything i try. Even if i fall down i laugh about it and get back up and try it again until i'm good at it. And with this attitude i got a good job at the airport, and a good girlfriend at my side. So now you know whats like for those people who whine and cry on here. And while some may do it for attention, the others are often over looked because their voices aren't as loud.

So stop making fun of these people. You don't know their stories, where they came from, or anything else. It maybe a cry for help and all your doing is making their condition worse.

OH MY GOD!!!!! i didn't even think of how it could sound like that!!!! (hangs head and shoves out a quivering lower lip) I'm sowwy!

always whine and cry about finishing last?



(dont worry, they wont see this thread, they are to busy in the race trying to catch up to us azzholes theyre always complaining about...lol)

Time of a confession;

I know what its like, that feeling of being rejected by everyone, always being last pick in everything, if ever picked at all. After awhile it starts to get to you, it invades your soul and soon you consider yourself as an outsider who shouldn't be around others. So you quit being social because the fear of rejections paralyzes you and you only feel safe in your room because nothing rejected you there. But everything outside your cage dislikes you and doesn't care about you, and would rather run you over with a car than talk to you. Then all your social skills dissolve into your depression and the only thing you ever talk about is your darkness, which even drives your closest friends away.

Then you have nothing. No voice. No friends to turn to, no way to escape the cage you built around yourself.

So the only way is to scream for help but since you social skills are gone, you revert back to crying instead of talking thru your feelings. Then people look at you like your an idiot for crying because real men don't cry, they have balls and can attack every issue with brutal force and look manly doing it. But not you, you've tied yourself down and can't hold your ears while people laugh at you, you hear them mocking you and making fun of you and so you cry for help again and it makes them laugh harder and louder. You feel hopeless again but then a new emotion comes in like a fiery inferno; anger.

As the people laugh your anger gets hotter and soon you feel the fire under your skin, in your muscles, and in your mind. You scream as loud as you can and finally words come out. It quiets the laughter to silence and soon you find yourself ripping the chains that held you down. By now the laughing voices have disappeared and your able to see the hell you created for yourself. It makes you mad that you couldn't see this before and soon the anger comes back, hot as lava, and you start putting holes in the walls, and soon all four walls have come down and you look around and see world of rejection that scared you so much to build a cell, is nothing more than long field with endless people having fun, being themselves, not giving a damn about rejections. And if one is rejected, fark them, there are other people to talk too.

I beat my disease and now i kick ass at everything i try. Even if i fall down i laugh about it and get back up and try it again until i'm good at it. And with this attitude i got a good job at the airport, and a good girlfriend at my side. So now you know whats like for those people who whine and cry on here. And while some may do it for attention, the others are often over looked because their voices aren't as loud.

So stop making fun of these people. You don't know their stories, where they came from, or anything else. It maybe a cry for help and all your doing is making their condition worse.

its ok... i was flippin coins between whore and fat..
really i can turn anything you say into you saying im fat.. or im a whore..
lol

its a gift..

you kno i love you woodie!!

..i like your post cloudy, and i'm in agreement with the things you say...if you get your nose rubbed in it every single day of every single year..year after year..it can be damaging..to some...to most.....essentially, either one of two things can happen..pressure can either turn someone into a diamond..or pressure can crush someone and turn them into something much less desirable...unfortunately..many people aren't that strong, and so they will implode....but before they implode, they will cry out one last time..on their last breath..for help...

roco

Time of a confession;

I know what its like, that feeling of being rejected by everyone, always being last pick in everything, if ever picked at all. After awhile it starts to get to you, it invades your soul and soon you consider yourself as an outsider who shouldn't be around others. So you quit being social because the fear of rejections paralyzes you and you only feel safe in your room because nothing rejected you there. But everything outside your cage dislikes you and doesn't care about you, and would rather run you over with a car than talk to you. Then all your social skills dissolve into your depression and the only thing you ever talk about is your darkness, which even drives your closest friends away.

Then you have nothing. No voice. No friends to turn to, no way to escape the cage you built around yourself.

So the only way is to scream for help but since you social skills are gone, you revert back to crying instead of talking thru your feelings. Then people look at you like your an idiot for crying because real men don't cry, they have balls and can attack every issue with brutal force and look manly doing it. But not you, you've tied yourself down and can't hold your ears while people laugh at you, you hear them mocking you and making fun of you and so you cry for help again and it makes them laugh harder and louder. You feel hopeless again but then a new emotion comes in like a fiery inferno; anger.

As the people laugh your anger gets hotter and soon you feel the fire under your skin, in your muscles, and in your mind. You scream as loud as you can and finally words come out. It quiets the laughter to silence and soon you find yourself ripping the chains that held you down. By now the laughing voices have disappeared and your able to see the hell you created for yourself. It makes you mad that you couldn't see this before and soon the anger comes back, hot as lava, and you start putting holes in the walls, and soon all four walls have come down and you look around and see world of rejection that scared you so much to build a cell, is nothing more than long field with endless people having fun, being themselves, not giving a damn about rejections. And if one is rejected, fark them, there are other people to talk too.

I beat my disease and now i kick ass at everything i try. Even if i fall down i laugh about it and get back up and try it again until i'm good at it. And with this attitude i got a good job at the airport, and a good girlfriend at my side. So now you know whats like for those people who whine and cry on here. And while some may do it for attention, the others are often over looked because their voices aren't as loud.

So stop making fun of these people. You don't know their stories, where they came from, or anything else. It maybe a cry for help and all your doing is making their condition worse.