I'll try to keep this brief...
Hello, only a handful of y'all know I exist so now is a grand opportunity to finally say hi to people who have no clue on who I am. I have been in the background noise for quite some time now, since before 2014, and I have decided to make my self known in a weird way... A semi-life-story semi-Everything-is-Wrong monologue. Prepare yourself for the whine-fest of the century! Please note: I am not actually going to kill anyone, I have way too many plans for something like that.
...Me
I am a human, who has no name, that exists in a distant corner of the world. I have so... Many god dang things wrong with me! It's a wonder how I can contain myself.
I am a Sociopathic, Psychopath who knows little about the human body. I am a person who's, even by his closest family member, ignored and forgotten. I am a man who thinks that human life is a parasite on this planet, slowly killing the earth. I am a boy who suffers from an uncountable number of undesirable issues physically and mentally, and only to be ignored by the others only because they know me as the term "Hypochondriac" even though I know that I have many things wrong with me!
Now normally this would have gone on the topic "Who are you." Well, here is the difference. I am going to complain about my life and why it is terrible. Yes, I do know that there are several, if not, many on this site that have it really bad and worse than me. But, even though my issues are trumped by those unnamed, Issues are issues and they need to be heard!
Issues at hand
...Ignored: This is a problem I have been dealing with all of my life. Every time I say something, it is either ignored or people just don't hear it. Everywhere I am ignored, whether if it's my peers, best friend, or my family members. Nobody wants to acknowledge that I exist. "Hypochondriac" is what my mother told me. If you don't know what that is, basically, it is a trait that where the person is really anxious about their health. It is terrible. Not only did it affect how my anxiety works, but, nobody listens to me when I genuinely feel like I am going to die... (Hyperbole). I always feel unneeded in the world. It's one of the driving points that lead me to think about the worse... Suicide. Yea, it's not a pretty word but it's the truth. But the ignoring doesn't stop there, no it's everywhere. (This part is a bit whiny) Everywhere, Every place I've been to, save for this website and the other forum I visit, I am treated to be like I don't exist. Before you say it, Yes, I have tried to put myself out there. I have tried to make myself known. But my attempts were futile. Nobody cared. They only cared for the popular crap. I think I have driven my point. This one was the whiniest of the bunch.
...Riddled with Disorder: Along with that lovely label Hypochondria, I have Anxiety issues and Paranoia. Those two go great together, right? I sigh when I have to bring up the disorder, and so do others. My anxiety is not that powerful compared to my "friends" but it still effects me, and combined with a paranoid personality disorder and you get a cocktail of wonders. Even when I walk down the road in broad daylight, I fear for my safety. I am looking back and worrying that someone would come up to me and stab me in the neck, or worse. It also doesn't help that I live in the white trash area of my city, but that is for a later issue. A part of my anxiety branches into Exploding Head Disorder (EHD). It is a disorder that an auditory hallucination, ranging from a crash to a gun shot, will play right when the victim is on the brink of sleep. Though it only happens from a range of 2 weeks before the next event or years before it happens, It still effects my sleep habits. I always worry when the next one is coming. I am not much with physical aliments but I do have several concerning ones.
Spoiler: show
...Emotional: I was always the "Odd one out", Probably due to my biological father leaving me... twice. That lead to bullying through my youth to all the way to two years ago. Nothing physical though. Mainly verbal. It still was a salt rub to my already gaping wounds. Those bullies, though bad, lead me to my greatest/worst discovery, the internet. This is when I found one of the first websites to ever make me feel something. Runouw. Thanks m8s. Now on to my more personal life. After my main father figure left out at the age of 8, I became more of an introvert. My mother became more irritable as well. Now don't get me wrong, My mother is as cool as cool gets but she does get to the point of sucking a whole lot. She can get a bit bully-ish. No physical violence, I haven't had any of that with anyone thankfully, only spouts of verbal. The driving point of me being defined is Death.
...Surrounded by Death: So many of the people or pets that I loved have or nearly died. My brothers had two strokes at early ages. Nearly all of my pets are dead. My cat Dash died of rat poison in winter. My cat Lucky just straight up disappeared years ago so it is safe to assume he is dead. My cat Grizzily, my best friend, had to be put down due to early signs of kidney failure. If he didn't get put down he would have had a life of misery. Even though I didn't want to let go, I had to. He died in my arms on the date of Feb. 23 of 2016. Finally to put a great big X in the year of 2016, My step-father (Main Father Figure) nearly died of a heart attack the other day (On June 21), and we are still unsure if he'll live. So, can I officially nickname the year 2016 the year of the dead?
...An insane human being: I am just going to flat out say this. I am mentally ill. I am unstable. I can barely keep it together. I won't go down the route of suicide because long ago, I deemed suicide as an escape for the weak, but if I am not remedied from my issues, I have no clue what my disconnected brain will do.
Wow, that one was dark... Well, I can eat ice-cream with my bottom row of teeth. There is your paragraph-ly humor.
...done
Tl;Dr: I am a Narcissistic, psychopathic, invisible, emotional, disordered human being who is the living embodiment of the seven deadly sins.
There, now I finally exist somewhere. As someone...
Ps: Holy hell, I just killed a fly by snatching it midair and squeezing it after I finished typing this. No one will ever know how cool I was for that moment.



