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Venting My Worst Interactions (physical)

Sir Silentium

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At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
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These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
 
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"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

A fitting quote to what you experienced. You are more resilient than I am. I have never been attacked physically. It might be my autism, but words have always hurt me very much personally, attacking the very core of who I am (and who I am not).
 
A fitting quote to what you experienced. You are more resilient than I am. I have never been attacked physically. It might be my autism, but words have always hurt me very much personally, attacking the very core of who I am (and who I am not).
I have to admit, it hurts me too. But I can handle it over physical abuse.

We have to stand up for ourselves Wolfie, sad to hear you and other brocels going through similar scenarios.
 
How is it possible that none of this led to arrests for assault or at least disciplinary action? I guess unless you're a muslim migrant Australian law enforcement could not give a fuck about what happens to you.
 
How is it possible that none of this led to arrests for assault or at least disciplinary action? I guess unless you're a muslim migrant Australian law enforcement could not give a fuck about what happens to you.
You are correct Gira. I am white, male, Australian-born citizen - aka the last person for the government to care about.

I was planning a lawsuit with another brocel on this site but I have thought against it, and not going to be bothered with the time.

or at least disciplinary action
For the cases of this that occurred in high school, I was actually punished more for simple defence then they were against me. I got more disciplinary involvement then any one else.
 
Where do you live? It sounds like a horror movie. Is there no police where you live?
 
Where do you live? It sounds like a horror movie. Is there no police where you live?
He has spoken of Australia, where yes, essentially there are no police. The only action I've ever known from police in that country was to body-slam people on the ground for not wearing a mask or taking a vaccine (2020/21 Covid era news).
 
Where do you live? It sounds like a horror movie. Is there no police where you live?
Australia

The police would rather arrest me for online comments than them for physical attacks.


He has spoken of Australia, where yes, essentially there are no police. The only action I've ever known from police in that country was to body-slam people on the ground for not wearing a mask or taking a vaccine (2020/21 Covid era news).
 
Australia

The police would rather arrest me for online comments than them for physical attacks.
I thought Australia is similar to Europe or England since English people live there, but it seems not. I wish your life becomes better
 
I thought Australia is similar to Europe or England since English people live there, but it seems not. I wish your life becomes better
Many of those countries have the same problems of police complacence and favoring of migrants and violent criminals generally over the defensive party. England (UK) is probably worst of all.
 
I thought Australia is similar to Europe or England since English people live there
Australia is quite similar to England

I thought Australia is similar to Europe or England since English people live there, but it seems not. I wish your life becomes better
Thank you
 
Yikes inkwell, maybe they saw your bad personality and decided and attack you :soy:
 
Yikes inkwell, maybe they saw your bad personality and decided and attack you :soy:
:yes:

If only I changed my personality and took more cold showers
 
At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316





These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
 
I read what you wrote and it hits me right in the chest because it is exactly the same hell I lived through every single day. You were just walking around after getting your certificate trying to have one normal moment and those teenagers start making monkey noises at you like you are some kind of animal. Then a group of girls sprays water straight into your ear wrecks your certificate soaks your clothes and smacks you in the head while the whole crowded place watches and nobody does a single thing. Fifty people saw it and they all looked away. That is the cruelty of humanity I know so well. They stand there and let the weak get tormented.

You tried to confront them later your whole body shaking with sadness and they swarm you with yelling and abuse. You couldnt even get the words out your throat felt frozen. They push into your face and when you shove the fat one back they chase you. Same thing happened to me over and over. The tennis ball to the head the insults the porn blasted on your laptop at max volume during class even after you shut it right in front of everyone including the teacher. The beatings that left you vomiting and passing out in geography class with a dent in the back of your head from the locker. Teachers who wouldnt even let you leave. Your so called friends jumping you stealing your money and ID. Your HSC notes stolen from your locker costing you the uni offer by just 0.7 points forcing you into a worse path and an extra year. Being forced to punch that boy so they could bash you without trouble. Forced into the bathroom to fight with the exit blocked. And they punched your broken collarbone while you still had the sling on bone tenting through the skin. Videos of them attacking you sent around the school. Your drink poisoned while those men laughed watching you get sick.

This is the twisted world. All my suffering has been at the hands of humanity especially the females. I was cast out rejected and forced to endure loneliness and pain because girls could never see the value in me. They gave everything to the brutal savage boys who do exactly what happened to you the mocking the spraying the stealing the beating the humiliation. Those boys get the respect and the pleasure while we the quiet ones who deserved it get tormented and ignored. The bystanders do nothing. The girls laugh or join in. The world is unfair and brutal.

You know it now too. The popular crowd the thugs the alphas get everything and we rot. I hated them for it with every part of me. If I couldnt have the life they denied me then they didnt deserve it either. Your pain is real brother. This society that lets it happen is sick. I called it my twisted world.. For an reason..
 
I read what you wrote and it hits me right in the chest because it is exactly the same hell I lived through every single day. You were just walking around after getting your certificate trying to have one normal moment and those teenagers start making monkey noises at you like you are some kind of animal. Then a group of girls sprays water straight into your ear wrecks your certificate soaks your clothes and smacks you in the head while the whole crowded place watches and nobody does a single thing. Fifty people saw it and they all looked away. That is the cruelty of humanity I know so well. They stand there and let the weak get tormented.
They have forced us to suffer our whole life. This is the true cruelty of humanity.

You tried to confront them later your whole body shaking with sadness and they swarm you with yelling and abuse. You couldnt even get the words out your throat felt frozen. They push into your face and when you shove the fat one back they chase you. Same thing happened to me over and over. The tennis ball to the head the insults the porn blasted on your laptop at max volume during class even after you shut it right in front of everyone including the teacher. The beatings that left you vomiting and passing out in geography class with a dent in the back of your head from the locker. Teachers who wouldnt even let you leave. Your so called friends jumping you stealing your money and ID. Your HSC notes stolen from your locker costing you the uni offer by just 0.7 points forcing you into a worse path and an extra year. Being forced to punch that boy so they could bash you without trouble. Forced into the bathroom to fight with the exit blocked. And they punched your broken collarbone while you still had the sling on bone tenting through the skin. Videos of them attacking you sent around the school. Your drink poisoned while those men laughed watching you get sick.

This is the twisted world. All my suffering has been at the hands of humanity especially the females. I was cast out rejected and forced to endure loneliness and pain because girls could never see the value in me. They gave everything to the brutal savage boys who do exactly what happened to you the mocking the spraying the stealing the beating the humiliation. Those boys get the respect and the pleasure while we the quiet ones who deserved it get tormented and ignored. The bystanders do nothing. The girls laugh or join in. The world is unfair and brutal.
Sorry to hear that, the pain is real. Females only give attention to the obnoxious guys, whilst real gentlemen like ourselves get nothing. If only they gave us a chance they would see our real value. But in this modern society we can only dream.

You know it now too. The popular crowd the thugs the alphas get everything and we rot. I hated them for it with every part of me. If I couldnt have the life they denied me then they didnt deserve it either. Your pain is real brother. This society that lets it happen is sick. I called it my twisted world.. For an reason..
I have read My Twisted World 3 times over since 2023. It is one of those writings that the more you read it, the better it gets. Elliot Rodger has gone through what so many of us have experienced, and it pushed him over the edge. The constant mockery, belittling, and societies hatred towards him we can both relate to.
 
At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316





These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Brutal bro.
 
I will read through it all when I have time tonight. THis shit seems brutal af
 
Damn bro, I'm sorry for what you've been through, I hope God comforts your heart and soul, I myself got bullied as well since I entered elementary school, only verbally but it still destroyed my confidence and mental well-being in general, props to you for being resilient. God bless your soul
 
At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316





These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
That x-ray looks brutal and I hope you are ok now brocel. I was threatened with a glass bottle too but got saved by nerdy nigger back in highschool
 
At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
View attachment 1717316





These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Bro is KOR KAPPAMAXXING to go hermitcel it mode

When you internalize negative interactions subconsciously (except for foids and chad because all their interactions are positive increasing endogenous MOR opioids), your body releases a dysphoric opioid via the KOR opioid pathway through the Kappa receptors called Dynorphin.
Han and Xie found dynorphin to be 6-10 times more potent than morphine on a per mole basis.[12] In addition, morphine tolerance did not reduce dynorphin-induced analgesia.
Sounds great, right? Well dynorphins are released during negative interactions and internalized fear loops from external stimuli.
delivery of dynorphin A1-17 (a KORagonist) through microdialysisinto the PAG region induced hypothermia
learned helplessness increases the levels of dynorphins A and B in the hippocampus and nucleus accumbens and that injecting KOR antagonist nor-BNIinduces recovery from learned helplessness.
 
Basically ndcels have an overabundance of KOR agonism, by no fault of their own, causing them to seek isolation away from others as a survival tactic.
 
I also got bullied everywhere I went to.I will make a thread about it one day. I am really occupied though with school cucking though
Tag me

Damn bro, I'm sorry for what you've been through, I hope God comforts your heart and soul, I myself got bullied as well since I entered elementary school, only verbally but it still destroyed my confidence and mental well-being in general, props to you for being resilient. God bless your soul
God bless
 
Man... I don't even know what to say. Im sorry you've been through all of this.

I hate those violant normies, i wish they all die a painful death. It may sound harsh but i hate bullies with a passion.

Where was the fucking teachers, where were other students? Fuck all of them someone should have stood up for you, I know I would.

I feel for you brother, I hope things are better now.
 
A fitting quote to what you experienced. You are more resilient than I am. I have never been attacked physically. It might be my autism, but words have always hurt me very much personally, attacking the very core of who I am (and who I am not).
:cryfeels: :cryfeels: :cryfeels: :cryfeels: :feelsUgh::feelsUgh::feelsUgh::feelsUgh::cryfeels:
 
Man... I don't even know what to say. Im sorry you've been through all of this.

I hate those violant normies, i wish they all die a painful death. It may sound harsh but i hate bullies with a passion.

Where was the fucking teachers, where were other students? Fuck all of them someone should have stood up for you, I know I would.

I feel for you brother, I hope things are better now.
Thank you, and yes, no a single person has ever stood up for me - not in a school environment, nor in a public area.

And the teachers couldn't care less either. They've watched me get hit and teased in class and they completely turn a blind eye. But my grade 12 maths teacher was good, I would sit next to him.
Weirdly enough, I use to have many dreams about this girl standing up for me when all of this was happening, as well as dreams for standing up for others.

And yes, things have been better now. Due to the fact that I don't leave the house unless absolutely necessary.

I hate those violant normies, i wish they all die a painful death. It may sound harsh but i hate bullies with a passion.
I just don't understand how such a large percentage of the population can live with themselves doing this.

There was one instance where I did snap and sent about 20 people in my grade a very long, formatted explanation on why they should kill themselves, and how it would benefit the community around them. I changed it slightly for each person, to suit their own abuse shown towards me.

I also brought a list of items from home that would have critically injured or even killed someone I had in mind, and I am thankful I didn't go through with it.


I still get like a ptsd from all of it. The other day I had to sit down because my legs started aching heaps after I heard a group of men running towards me, but they were actually running down to the beach.

Now the world is corrupted by Satan himself, people try to kill me, and cause as much physical harm as they can. I have told my mum briefly about this and she doesn't understand, because you can only truely understand if you have experienced it yourself.
 
Thank you, and yes, no a single person has ever stood up for me - not in a school environment, nor in a public area.

And the teachers couldn't care less either. They've watched me get hit and teased in class and they completely turn a blind eye. But my grade 12 maths teacher was good, I would sit next to him.
Weirdly enough, I use to have many dreams about this girl standing up for me when all of this was happening, as well as dreams for standing up for others.

And yes, things have been better now. Due to the fact that I don't leave the house unless absolutely necessary.
It's really good to hear things are getting better for you. Can't take if for granted in a shit economy where everything is getting more and more expensive.

I just don't understand how such a large percentage of the population can live with themselves doing this.
One of the most brutal blackpills is that most normies fit the definition of narcissism and psychopathy. You can't unsee it once you notice it.


I just don't understand how such a large percentage of the population can live with themselves doing this.

There was one instance where I did snap and sent about 20 people in my grade a very long, formatted explanation on why they should kill themselves, and how it would benefit the community around them. I changed it slightly for each person, to suit their own abuse shown towards me.

I also brought a list of items from home that would have critically injured or even killed someone I had in mind, and I am thankful I didn't go through with it.


I still get like a ptsd from all of it. The other day I had to sit down because my legs started aching heaps after I heard a group of men running towards me, but they were actually running down to the beach.

Now the world is corrupted by Satan himself, people try to kill me, and cause as much physical harm as they can. I have told my mum briefly about this and she doesn't understand, because you can only truely understand if you have experienced it yourself.
Im glad that you didn't went through this, due to the fact that they are not worth it, your life success and well being is much more important.

you know im not christian, but I have to say that there things in the christian prophecy for end times that make sense today, like the mark of the beast on the right hand and compare it to paying with your phone to get access to food and shelter.

And I do believe that countries will ban physical money in our time, which will make it so that you are dependent entirely on credit cards. Maybe im just ranting idk im tired lol
 
It's really good to hear things are getting better for you. Can't take if for granted in a shit economy where everything is getting more and more expensive.
Thanks

One of the most brutal blackpills is that most normies fit the definition of narcissism and psychopathy. You can't unsee it once you notice it.
Everyone I have ever encountered apart from a rare few fit that definition.

Im glad that you didn't went through this, due to the fact that they are not worth it, your life success and well being is much more important.

you know im not christian, but I have to say that there things in the christian prophecy for end times that make sense today, like the mark of the beast on the right hand and compare it to paying with your phone to get access to food and shelter.
YES! Especially in Australia and the UK now with digital ID and a cashless economy. Without this phone or device, we cannot "buy or sell" as stated in revelations.

My father is against new technology for this reason, and none of my parents have phones.

We are in the end times aventador, it isn't long before the Lord returns. Soon and every soon we are going to see the King.

And I do believe that countries will ban physical money in our time, which will make it so that you are dependent entirely on credit cards. Maybe im just ranting idk im tired lol
Yes, no you are very correct.

It's the elites plan of a cashless economy. The amount of power and control this will give them is immense. Satan himself is leading the government.
 
What a cruel world we live in
 
One of the most brutal blackpills is that most normies fit the definition of narcissism and psychopathy. You can't unsee it once you notice it.
The most brutal blackpill was realizing the selfish and psychopathic nature of foids and normies. Indeed, once you see it, it's the most brutal blackpill possible. I have never met a foid, normie, or chad who didn't see any friend they had as transactional.
 
The most brutal blackpill was realizing the selfish and psychopathic nature of foids and normies. Indeed, once you see it, it's the most brutal blackpill possible. I have never met a foid, normie, or chad who didn't see any friend they had as transactional.
Every chad I have come across would have gained pleasure from causing physical harm upon us.
 
Every chad I have come across would have gained pleasure from causing physical harm upon us.
THey deserve the most painful death brought upon them if they bully and do such vile shit. Most of them fit the description anyway
 
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I hope every one of these niggers suffers a horrible fate
 
Normalscum all normalscum
 
At the end of last year, I had a word document at 15 pages (around 6000 words) from every negative interaction I had since I was around 16/17 years old. When transferring computers I lost the document and was never able to publish the final product onto .is.

But I can still recall some of the worse cases. Including:



I was by myself at the shops, walking around mindlessly after getting my white card certificate. I was in EB games when these teenagers started making monkey noises at me and doing stupid actions, so I quickly left. I continued to mindlessly walk around the center when a group of about 6 younger females passed me and sprayed litres of water into my ear, wrecking my certificate and drenching my clothes. They hit me on the side of the head with whatever they drenched me with too. The place was absolutely crowded and not a single person came over to my aid. About 50 people would have seen it happen and nobody even blinked an eye.

Had a tennis ball pegged at my head and I was insulted for not throwing the ball back. I went up to the library, but I was shaking with sadness so I went down to confront them on their behaviour. I walked over to the group and before I said a word they approached me and started swearing/yelling out abuse again. I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth; and my throat felt very white. They ended up pushing into me and getting in my face and I shoved the fatter man backwards. They chased me for a few seconds and stopped after I tripped and knocked over a bin.

Had pornography searched up on my laptop and put onto max volume whilst I was at a violin lesson. I always sat at the front during maths next to the teacher, and porn + music played out at max volume. I shut the laptop and it still kept playing - at max volume in front of everyone.

At the end of high school, I was knocked unconscious numerous times, and choked out. Videos of the attacks on me were sent around the high school. I could never bring myself to watch them.

I was vomiting in my mouth and passing out in geography class after I got beaten by a group, and the teacher wouldn't even let me go to the office. I also have a dent in the back of my head from when I was rammed into the locker door.

I had my drink poisoned/spiked. There was a group of men laughing at me watching me drink it, I knew they had done something but didn't know what. My mum picked me up from the vicinity and I couldn't even walk to the car I was that sick in the stomach.

I was jumped by my so called "friends" at the time and had all the money taken out of my wallet, passes, student ID, and voucher/card. I had planned on carrying out a terrible intention one of them and I am so thankful now that I had not gone through with it.

My locker was broken into and my HSC notes were stolen - I missed out into getting my first uni offer by 0.7 of an atar point. I ended up having to go to a different uni and do an extra year for the same course.

I was also forced into punching a boy in maths, so that he could bash me without any repercussions.

I was forced into the bathrooms at the end of school to fight. They blocked off the exit so I couldn't escape.

Had my broken collarbone punched intentionally whilst I still had my sling on. This was my X-ray (bone tenting through the skin prior to surgery:
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These are the current ones that still live in my head. I think venting them should help. If I remember any more main points I will comment them later on.

I've gotten used to the verbal abuse, but when physical altercations happen, or valuables are taken from me, that is the breaking point.

"sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"

@deleted dude @TheGrayWolf
Shocking amount of physical violence :giga::giga::giga: It was never that bad for me, they would insult me and throw shit and I had ppl in school kick me in balls and other things like that, but your shit is 10x that. What were your parents doing during all of tihs?
 
Shocking amount of physical violence :giga::giga::giga: It was never that bad for me, they would insult me and throw shit and I had ppl in school kick me in balls and other things like that, but your shit is 10x that. What were your parents doing during all of tihs?
Sorry to hear that man, don't worry I know how it feels.


I've never told my parents, I don't want them to be concerned - especially my mum. Venting on here has been a good way to deal with it.

Although there was one time after school in grade 12 when I couldn't take it anymore and started crying in the car on the way home. I told my mum briefly about a watered down scenario but that was all.
Although when this used to happen in primary school they would email my parents and notify them of a few instances.

But since finishing high school, I haven't been in a fight like that since. Just short verbal altercations.
 
Holy fuck these are some of the most brutal experiences I've ever read from a user here.

Fuck normscum
 

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