I met him in eighth grade, he had Asperger's and would always use his headphones in the hallway and come talk to me since we both came to school early and waited outside the classes till they opened. Note I was a weird outcast back then, so it was odd for any guy to talk to me.
We weren't close at the time though, it wasn't until the summer school for 9th grade that we really got to know each other. We would always sit in class and joke together and he was pretty nice to me, he said I was very mature and intelligent.
Then we became good friends in tenth grade, we sat together in any classes we shared and we started meeting outside school, we would go to the skating ring sometimes, he was one of my only friends.
Eleventh grade is where we became kind of best friends, I'd go to his house or meet him in public and we liked eating Wingstop together, he told me all sorts of things about himself
It was about this time that I really put my trust in him, his home was very poor and he grew up without a father, he said I was the only person he had over who didn't insult him and call his house gross, but I didn't care about something that silly because he was nice.
In the summer I saw him as sort of the brother I never had and he said he felt the same, he would spend weeks on end spending the nights at my house and we'd talk for hours, id show him movies and games and he'd tell me his whole history and I'd sympathize with him. And when I say he spent weeks on end I mean it, my parents didn't stop him because they knew he was extremely poor and nobody in his family ever worked except him, his house was basically trash and he didn't get along with his siblings.
He "lovebombed" me, what a stupid word but I don't know what else to call it. He told me we were inseparable brothers, that I could rely on him for anything, that he'd die for me even. I gave him the attention and care that I knew nobody else was giving, I really liked him, he claimed to appreciate it.
Judge me for this if you want, but I also gave plenty to him, I'd pay for meals since I knew he was broke, he asked for money and I'd lend it which he'd never pay back and I knew that and told him not to worry about it but he still insisted he'd pay me back (he never did of course.)
To paint the picture we basically took him in. His fat whore sister had destroyed his gaming console, his home was near horder-realityshow levels, he couldn't get along with his family, and he didn't hang out with anyone else. He basically joined our family and got to eat and play games, and instead of being surrounded by people who hate him he could talk for hours and id sit there for every word and be attentive.
Here's part of the reason I'm telling the story. He had a girlfriend, and she was a complete bitch. She was fat, she was annoying, she was demanding, she was obviously cheating on him and didn't like him. I never met her but he was always calling her on the phone like a simp and he would vent about her to me.
Every few days she talked about breaking up with him, he was always getting worked up about it, he admitted their relationship was "secret" and she had danced with other guys at some party, and finally one day she told him she was done with him.
He cried a lot over it but (again, berate me if you will) I hugged him and comforted him and tried telling him that she never cared about him and he should just forget about her. She was ALWAYS making him miserable for no reason and I was always there for him, but then he decided to get back with her again anyways.
Now the reason we are not friends anymore. One day he told me his family was having some problems and he needed to get back there quick, so we drove him there and dropped him off, but for some reason he brought his bags with him in his house. Then he came back and said it was fine, and we continued to hang out at my house.
By pure luck I was checking through my drawers for something I wanted and I realized something, a lot of shit was missing. I brought this up to him and he lied and said he didn't know what happened, he claimed to have nothing to do with it even though I'd already pieced together he obviously stole my shit and took it home. He got kicked out and then he started messaging me, despite all my pleading for him to be honest he continued to lie and claim he didn't do it, he said he'd never do something like that, eventually I gave up and stopped messaging him.
I guess none of you will get it because this wasn't your friendship, but it really destroyed me. I really loved him as a brother, I ignored all his flaws and challenges and did everything I could to make him happy, he had everything he could've wanted from me, I offered all I had. But apparently that wasn't enough for him, I could sit there and comfort him and it meant nothing, he would crawl back to that cheating dumb ugly whore even though she made it clear he was nothing to her, but then it only took him a second to completely betray and abandon me.
Why couldn't he love me like I loved him? It wasn't fair that some retarded wretched bitch got all his attention and forgiveness just because she had a pussy. It wasn't fair that I could give all that deep care to him, it wasn't shallow or fleeting, I ignored every single flaw or shortcoming and did what he liked, I was the only person giving him the attentiveness he needed, just for him to throw me away like that.
That's all I really wanted in this world, I wanted someone to ignore how ugly, weak, useless, dumb, and lazy I am and love me anyways, and give me attention all day, and let me have an easy life. I just wanted someone to fucking care about me, but everyone is shallow and fucking repulsive. So I try caring about someone and they can't even return it back.
What do women have that I don't? Why can't anyone just love me and do anything for me like they do for women? Women are just whores who won't return any of the care you give them, they are so fucking empty and shitty, why does everyone love women but they will hurt me?
And I can't stand that all these assholes tell me I'm asking for too much, no I'm fucking not, I've given that care to someone before it's entirely possible, but nobody will give it to me, they only care about those nasty used up holes called women.
I don't EVER want to hear a female judge us or even claim to understand us, no the fuck you don't, you can sit there and be a selfish piece of shit and people will worship you but if I do everything in my power for others than I'll just get dragged through the mud. Shut the fuck up! You don't get what it's like to be us, you'll always have affection from others!
Imagine if I cried in front of someone, id get mocked for being weak and feminine as a man. But I let him cry in front of me and comforted him. And any girl would leave a man after they see him cry, women are shallow whores who don't have any real feelings, they are just genetics selectors. See how I'm different?! Any women would immediately abandon a man for something as simple as him having emotions and not being a psychotic Chad robot, but not me! I cared about someone and I was punished for it!
Fuck this world, I will never trust anyone again, I will never care about anyone like that again, I absolutely despise humans. They can call me a piece of shit all they want I don't care, I've already been a good person and it's a crime punishable by soul-death.
And don't call me a faggot either fuck anyone who thinks I'm gay for crying or for caring about a friend! You are all redpill cucks who would also betray me for some roasty pussy.
I guess that's it, I'm a complete fucking loser and I cry all the time because I know nobody will ever care about me like they care for women and no compassion will ever be returned to me, it will all be wasted on some slut. This world is a meaningless hellscape and it should die for creating me and then hurting me for being good. And to the demiurge I hate you, I am evil, I want you to be tortured and killed, fuck you.
We weren't close at the time though, it wasn't until the summer school for 9th grade that we really got to know each other. We would always sit in class and joke together and he was pretty nice to me, he said I was very mature and intelligent.
Then we became good friends in tenth grade, we sat together in any classes we shared and we started meeting outside school, we would go to the skating ring sometimes, he was one of my only friends.
Eleventh grade is where we became kind of best friends, I'd go to his house or meet him in public and we liked eating Wingstop together, he told me all sorts of things about himself
It was about this time that I really put my trust in him, his home was very poor and he grew up without a father, he said I was the only person he had over who didn't insult him and call his house gross, but I didn't care about something that silly because he was nice.
In the summer I saw him as sort of the brother I never had and he said he felt the same, he would spend weeks on end spending the nights at my house and we'd talk for hours, id show him movies and games and he'd tell me his whole history and I'd sympathize with him. And when I say he spent weeks on end I mean it, my parents didn't stop him because they knew he was extremely poor and nobody in his family ever worked except him, his house was basically trash and he didn't get along with his siblings.
He "lovebombed" me, what a stupid word but I don't know what else to call it. He told me we were inseparable brothers, that I could rely on him for anything, that he'd die for me even. I gave him the attention and care that I knew nobody else was giving, I really liked him, he claimed to appreciate it.
Judge me for this if you want, but I also gave plenty to him, I'd pay for meals since I knew he was broke, he asked for money and I'd lend it which he'd never pay back and I knew that and told him not to worry about it but he still insisted he'd pay me back (he never did of course.)
To paint the picture we basically took him in. His fat whore sister had destroyed his gaming console, his home was near horder-realityshow levels, he couldn't get along with his family, and he didn't hang out with anyone else. He basically joined our family and got to eat and play games, and instead of being surrounded by people who hate him he could talk for hours and id sit there for every word and be attentive.
Here's part of the reason I'm telling the story. He had a girlfriend, and she was a complete bitch. She was fat, she was annoying, she was demanding, she was obviously cheating on him and didn't like him. I never met her but he was always calling her on the phone like a simp and he would vent about her to me.
Every few days she talked about breaking up with him, he was always getting worked up about it, he admitted their relationship was "secret" and she had danced with other guys at some party, and finally one day she told him she was done with him.
He cried a lot over it but (again, berate me if you will) I hugged him and comforted him and tried telling him that she never cared about him and he should just forget about her. She was ALWAYS making him miserable for no reason and I was always there for him, but then he decided to get back with her again anyways.
Now the reason we are not friends anymore. One day he told me his family was having some problems and he needed to get back there quick, so we drove him there and dropped him off, but for some reason he brought his bags with him in his house. Then he came back and said it was fine, and we continued to hang out at my house.
By pure luck I was checking through my drawers for something I wanted and I realized something, a lot of shit was missing. I brought this up to him and he lied and said he didn't know what happened, he claimed to have nothing to do with it even though I'd already pieced together he obviously stole my shit and took it home. He got kicked out and then he started messaging me, despite all my pleading for him to be honest he continued to lie and claim he didn't do it, he said he'd never do something like that, eventually I gave up and stopped messaging him.
I guess none of you will get it because this wasn't your friendship, but it really destroyed me. I really loved him as a brother, I ignored all his flaws and challenges and did everything I could to make him happy, he had everything he could've wanted from me, I offered all I had. But apparently that wasn't enough for him, I could sit there and comfort him and it meant nothing, he would crawl back to that cheating dumb ugly whore even though she made it clear he was nothing to her, but then it only took him a second to completely betray and abandon me.
Why couldn't he love me like I loved him? It wasn't fair that some retarded wretched bitch got all his attention and forgiveness just because she had a pussy. It wasn't fair that I could give all that deep care to him, it wasn't shallow or fleeting, I ignored every single flaw or shortcoming and did what he liked, I was the only person giving him the attentiveness he needed, just for him to throw me away like that.
That's all I really wanted in this world, I wanted someone to ignore how ugly, weak, useless, dumb, and lazy I am and love me anyways, and give me attention all day, and let me have an easy life. I just wanted someone to fucking care about me, but everyone is shallow and fucking repulsive. So I try caring about someone and they can't even return it back.
What do women have that I don't? Why can't anyone just love me and do anything for me like they do for women? Women are just whores who won't return any of the care you give them, they are so fucking empty and shitty, why does everyone love women but they will hurt me?
And I can't stand that all these assholes tell me I'm asking for too much, no I'm fucking not, I've given that care to someone before it's entirely possible, but nobody will give it to me, they only care about those nasty used up holes called women.
I don't EVER want to hear a female judge us or even claim to understand us, no the fuck you don't, you can sit there and be a selfish piece of shit and people will worship you but if I do everything in my power for others than I'll just get dragged through the mud. Shut the fuck up! You don't get what it's like to be us, you'll always have affection from others!
Imagine if I cried in front of someone, id get mocked for being weak and feminine as a man. But I let him cry in front of me and comforted him. And any girl would leave a man after they see him cry, women are shallow whores who don't have any real feelings, they are just genetics selectors. See how I'm different?! Any women would immediately abandon a man for something as simple as him having emotions and not being a psychotic Chad robot, but not me! I cared about someone and I was punished for it!
Fuck this world, I will never trust anyone again, I will never care about anyone like that again, I absolutely despise humans. They can call me a piece of shit all they want I don't care, I've already been a good person and it's a crime punishable by soul-death.
And don't call me a faggot either fuck anyone who thinks I'm gay for crying or for caring about a friend! You are all redpill cucks who would also betray me for some roasty pussy.
I guess that's it, I'm a complete fucking loser and I cry all the time because I know nobody will ever care about me like they care for women and no compassion will ever be returned to me, it will all be wasted on some slut. This world is a meaningless hellscape and it should die for creating me and then hurting me for being good. And to the demiurge I hate you, I am evil, I want you to be tortured and killed, fuck you.
