AKA caring too much about a bunch of nonsense. Pretty sure it is stemming from my parents being kunts and me being the victim for all their problems.

I can't help but get infuriated when I see people doing retarded, selfish chit in public. Then I realize when I was younger, I would always stand up to these bully kunts and always met with a surprising situation. Instead of being thankful, the victim that I was helping, turns around and makes me the bad guy? Somehow, someway, after the situation unfolds, I am left sitting in "time-out" and the victim and bully are out laughing and having fun in the playground. It's like I'm the scapegoat that made the bully+victim's friendship stronger. Fast forward to real life I am infuriated by what I had witnessed, which is a bully harassing a victim. I know I can fold this phuking twink any day of the week... but have trauma from being the scapegoat during my childhood. My deep inner personality is to be the hero, the empathetic, high moral guy that saves the weak from the prey. But I freeze up and turn into a poosy. Not because I am afraid to die on the streets. But fear that I will somehow, end up sitting in a jail cell and turn into the main suspect.

Am I an autist? No one can relate?

It all changed in 2012

I can date back to when I was in kindergarten thinking these thoughts so it was way b4 2012.

how do i fix autism

I must live on another universe

Welcome to the neurodivergent club big fella

strong joindate to post count to post correlation

Been lurking for years lmao

Small piece of lead in your ear

Wow, repped for 6 year lurk

Shame you kicked off your posting career responding to this complete c0ckholster

busting nut on ur mom's grave while typing this you fat phuk

bump

eod is back?

I thought he was dead.

posting from heaven you should visit me sometime