@Minus
I don’t know if it’s worse per se, as I don’t know his story (nor do I care, admittedly), but I was in a car with my mom, brother, and dad that was hit by a big truck that lost control on an icy highway. I don’t really remember what happened, but I have a vague memory of one of my parents (not sure which one) pulling me from the back seat and pushing me from the wreckage through the window, and stumbling into the street. There was a lot of weird sounds and I couldn’t see properly; it was like my eyes were crossed with one down at my neck and the other looking up, and then I lost consciousness.
I woke up in the hospital missing an eye and with my one arm burned pretty badly, and eventually found my mom and dad burned in the wreck, and my brother (who had been pushed out of the wreckage as well) died in the street from internal bleeding.
Admittedly, that was like 20 years ago so I’ve honestly long since made peace with it, but even now I get this odd feeling of guilt from time to time, like I feel guilty that I was the only one who made it out and wish I hadn’t. Lesson of the story: Never assume you’re the only one who knows tragedy. Everyone has their own cross to bear.
Like I’ve said a lot of times before, it’s not healthy to dwell on these things. Nor is it healthy to run around trying to garner sympathy from people, or to try and play the victim card. I dwelt on it for a while, contemplated suicide, went through the stages of grief, and yadda yadda yadda. Instead, I forced myself to move on with my life and live. It gets better, if you let it. All wounds heal if you’ll let them instead of just picking the scab over and over. True you’ll always have to live with it, but you don’t have to live for it.
@Pikapetey
I was expecting a story of parental abuse or murder or something. But your story sounds far too much like a regular person’s life. Someone was a big dick to you/your sister. And you have some pretty weird stuff going on in your head.
That’s not unique or special, that’s just life. We have it good. But I get the feeling there’s quite a bit more than has been mentioned here. Even then though, I’ll have heard it before. Acting the way you do will never make things better. Do you not want people to like you? Do you not want to ACTUALLY feel better?
If not, then that self-loathing is also pretty generic. We’re all screwed up with shitty lives. All we can do is try to be the people we wish we’d had to help us out when we needed them most. Make sure this never happens to someone else. Or at least, not let them be alone.
On that note, if any mentals or depressos here want to talk to someone who is worse than you, and will make you feel better, I am always free for that. It’s all I am good for anymore.
@Pikapetey
Btw,not interested by your story,your private life concern you and yourself alone justl ike mine concern me and myself alone.Also you admited yourself that you wear your ,quoting ‘trololo mask’ so forgive if i take everything yourself for now on with a grain of salt,nothing personal but when someone on the Internet admit that he was straight-up trolling before,that presage nothing good for the continuation of the discussion
@Pikapetey
Will you cut that persecution complex,please.I dont attack you,i dont want to pick a fight with you,i just try to calm you down,from my perspective it’s you who try to start a fight here.i just try to explain carefully that you dont have to be so harsh against everyone on this website because SOME PEOPLE try to pick fight with you.I have to emphasize this one more time.I’m not against you (granted i’m not on your side either).I got it,people mocked a tribute you made to your late sister (Dont hesitate to correct if i’m wrong,i can be dense sometimes) You act like if everyone is out to get you,not everyone on this website want your head on a spike like you seem to believe.Plus,it’s always all about you,i reiterate my criticism from earlier,no hard feelings or wish to antagonize you,but you complain that no one try to understand you yet you dont try to walk am ile in someone else shoes either
@Pikapetey
“Me.Me.Me
You don’t understand me.
You don’t know me.”
That’s the pot calling the kettle black.
I’ll counter by saying that you didnt try walking a mile in someone else shoes either.
Thanks. Just, Thanks.
I don’t know if it’s worse per se, as I don’t know his story (nor do I care, admittedly), but I was in a car with my mom, brother, and dad that was hit by a big truck that lost control on an icy highway. I don’t really remember what happened, but I have a vague memory of one of my parents (not sure which one) pulling me from the back seat and pushing me from the wreckage through the window, and stumbling into the street. There was a lot of weird sounds and I couldn’t see properly; it was like my eyes were crossed with one down at my neck and the other looking up, and then I lost consciousness.
I woke up in the hospital missing an eye and with my one arm burned pretty badly, and eventually found my mom and dad burned in the wreck, and my brother (who had been pushed out of the wreckage as well) died in the street from internal bleeding.
Admittedly, that was like 20 years ago so I’ve honestly long since made peace with it, but even now I get this odd feeling of guilt from time to time, like I feel guilty that I was the only one who made it out and wish I hadn’t. Lesson of the story: Never assume you’re the only one who knows tragedy. Everyone has their own cross to bear.
Like I’ve said a lot of times before, it’s not healthy to dwell on these things. Nor is it healthy to run around trying to garner sympathy from people, or to try and play the victim card. I dwelt on it for a while, contemplated suicide, went through the stages of grief, and yadda yadda yadda. Instead, I forced myself to move on with my life and live. It gets better, if you let it. All wounds heal if you’ll let them instead of just picking the scab over and over. True you’ll always have to live with it, but you don’t have to live for it.
I was expecting a story of parental abuse or murder or something. But your story sounds far too much like a regular person’s life. Someone was a big dick to you/your sister. And you have some pretty weird stuff going on in your head.
That’s not unique or special, that’s just life. We have it good. But I get the feeling there’s quite a bit more than has been mentioned here. Even then though, I’ll have heard it before. Acting the way you do will never make things better. Do you not want people to like you? Do you not want to ACTUALLY feel better?
If not, then that self-loathing is also pretty generic. We’re all screwed up with shitty lives. All we can do is try to be the people we wish we’d had to help us out when we needed them most. Make sure this never happens to someone else. Or at least, not let them be alone.
On that note, if any mentals or depressos here want to talk to someone who is worse than you, and will make you feel better, I am always free for that. It’s all I am good for anymore.
*take everything you said from now on
Btw,not interested by your story,your private life concern you and yourself alone justl ike mine concern me and myself alone.Also you admited yourself that you wear your ,quoting ‘trololo mask’ so forgive if i take everything yourself for now on with a grain of salt,nothing personal but when someone on the Internet admit that he was straight-up trolling before,that presage nothing good for the continuation of the discussion
Will you cut that persecution complex,please.I dont attack you,i dont want to pick a fight with you,i just try to calm you down,from my perspective it’s you who try to start a fight here.i just try to explain carefully that you dont have to be so harsh against everyone on this website because SOME PEOPLE try to pick fight with you.I have to emphasize this one more time.I’m not against you (granted i’m not on your side either).I got it,people mocked a tribute you made to your late sister (Dont hesitate to correct if i’m wrong,i can be dense sometimes) You act like if everyone is out to get you,not everyone on this website want your head on a spike like you seem to believe.Plus,it’s always all about you,i reiterate my criticism from earlier,no hard feelings or wish to antagonize you,but you complain that no one try to understand you yet you dont try to walk am ile in someone else shoes either
Like… Whoa… You guys broke him!
@Background Pony #9E3B
yes but I highly doubt any of you have a fucked up brain that sometimes ups and decides to do this shit do you.
No it is never fun. It’s down right fucking terrifying.
so to distract myself and get through it I pick fights with and draw stupid shit here on this site. It’s the least destructive thing I’ve found to do.
The alternative is not pretty.
THERE YOU FUCKING HAPPY? NOW YOU GOT THE FUCKING TRUTH OUT OF ME. PISS OFF.
some of us are mean others just average.
(pun intended)
IF he/she DOES have enough “balls” to contact me.
I’ll tell that person everything. They will learn this story:
http://youtu.be/u9qVNr7df2c
And the event’s the followed afterwards.
That is after they tell me theirs.
It is the story of “Why Pikapetey animates” only 6 people in the world know the full story.
Because I’m very certain this person has never encountered the type of artist that I am.
Trust me, I can tell this is just getting started.
I wont reply to you until you take off that anon background pony mask you’ve been wearing.
You feel tough? You think you “know” life? PM me, and talk to me on skype with face cam.
or are you so insecure about yourself, you have to hide behind text and a BACKGROUND PONY
At least I put myself out there for the masses to pass their petty judgement on me.
which is more than you’ve ever done
A little late to post that
indeed
“Me.Me.Me
You don’t understand me.
You don’t know me.”
That’s the pot calling the kettle black.
I’ll counter by saying that you didnt try walking a mile in someone else shoes either.
Im not surprised. Everything is calculated and predicted.
I just play dumb
Also your judging my actions using your life as a reference point. Which, I’m glad cause. You really have no idea.