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Go home and be a family man.

Also, why are you colouring your font in a slightly different grey than the background? You won't be a family man like that.

 

I wish to strain people's eyes. That's the challenge here. Don't highlight, just strain. ​

@P; I can tell you elsewhere later. Like MSN. You have a massive amount of curiosity.​

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MSN was being stupid, so I figured I'll talk to you through here. c:

I really know what you're going through. I've been having this problem over the past year. But, like Wolfie and Pika have said, there's just a point where you have to realize that not everyone's going to like you. It feels terrible inside. It makes you think "Well, what's so wrong with me?" It makes you want to cry for eternity, burying yourself in a hole from all the people that really do matter. But you can't do that. Everyone's got a little bit of a ******nozzle in them. I've been one a lot to some of the members here in the past (Staff, Premmies, you name them). It's something I regret now, because I realize it was for no reason. And a lot of people's dislike for you is just that - no logic based reason at all. They don't like you just because you're you, just because you do the things you do, wear what you do, say the things you say, everything.

But you have to rise above it. Again, Wolfie's an advice god of fire. You have to be the morally better person. It will honestly help you loads when you look back.

 

...You're really good at making people feel better. I think I'm done being depressed now. Haters gonna hate, yo. <3

Thanks for everything, Spamzone. I owe you one.​

 

"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! "