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It is okay to mock somebody's bad spelling.
But also like this.
And lkie tihs.
Soon, knobodey kan reed eech other.
Attention warring.
It happens when attention whoring threads are made, and attention whores fight for the right to derail the thread so it ends up about them though. The wronger/dumber the attention whore, the more people pay attention to them.
I was happy being the dumbest attention whore on TV Tropes but eventually everyone began to treat me with respect and now it's hard to garner attention amongst all of these newfags going "HEY, LOOK AT ME" and everyone looking at them.
So now I have to resort to more subtle methods of attention whoring, like this:
please pay attention to me by reading this sentence. Thank you for your cooperation. Call me a kind soul, kthnxbai.
As for this one...
Chagen, I do sympathise with you if your dad used to beat you so...randomly. You didn't deserve that at all.
June 25
My abuse started when I was ten.
My mother weighed approximately 220 pounds back then. I was a skinny little kid- I weighed less than a third that.
My mother has always been lazy. Too lazy to get up and do basic things like cook dinner or do the washing.
Starting my tenth birthday, my mother decided I was old enough to be doing all this- cooking, cleaning, washing.
I did it for a few months. After all, she's my mother, right? Surely she knows best.
Anyway, I got fed up on Christmas, when she told ME, a ten-year-old kid, to go cook tacos for Christmas dinner. I told her no.
Her response was to grab me by the shoulders and push me as hard as she could into a wall. The walls in that house were made of brick.
I had to take a week off school because my tooth was chipped, by nose was broken, and my face was severely bruised, and she didn't want the school to see.
This continued, every time I refused to do something, until I turned thirteen, and I finally weighed nearly a hundred pounds and she couldn't push me hard enough any more.
I called her fat. She had gained weight, and weighed nearly 240 pounds now. I thought it was appropriate.
At the time, I was doing a school assignment on World War 1. I was on the computer, and had just discovered Wikipedia.
She yelled at me. I ignored her.
I soon felt her hand tangle in the hair at the back of my head. I cried in pain.
She shoved my head forward into the keyboard. My nose crunched, I remember. I was disoriented, and all I could see was that the W key was covered in blood.
She did it again.
And again.
And again.
That's really all I can say on this matter.
And that's not everything- it's just the outwardly obviously visible stuff that resulted in a fair bit of blood loss.
So, may I ask if your father abused you like this?
I mean, I know that a couple of people here have it WORSE than I do.
Your life sounds like paradise to me, Chagen. You get three meals a day, people buy you clothes, they buy you food, they pay for your education, they pay for your internet.
I don't have that luxury. I'm a seventeen year old kid who is lucky if she can buy enough food to have dinner every night of the week, let alone lunch. I pay for my own school, my own internet, my own clothes. I'm trying to deal with seventeen years of child neglect, nine years of child abuse, three seperate rape incidents, multiple abusive relationships.
This is why I get annoyed when you make a thread complaining about your home life.