Nobody has ever been interested in me in any decent way [trigger: suicide]

Question:

stfu "wye crossing" go back to the swamp you came from you insignificant worm. I dread to know what gene pool spat you out. Did posting that reply get you off? Was it fun? Are you mentally well? Give my condolences to your parents.

Response:

wye crossing, I apologize, I should have actually put Cuddley Darlings name there! YOU HEARD ME YOU BASTARD! Your soppy little story is so false like you, I read this post of yours and thought awww shame and felt angry at wye for her/his comments but then I read other posts of yours before this one and I can honestly NOT BLAME THOSE GIRLS FOR WANTING NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! If I was female I’d become lesbian just to spite you. Have a nice day and and if you kill yourself, try not get blood on the carpet, it really makes terrible stains.

Response:

- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Cuddley Darling wrote: > In my whole nobody was ever interested in me enough to find > out what kinds of things I’m interested in. The closest > anyone ever came was LitalR who tried to understand the real > me "inside" but never was interested in doing anything with > me except exchange e-mail, and EstelleB who was willing to > let me teach her my favorite board game when we first met > but she wasn’t willing to ever play it again. Neither Janet > nor HeatherT nor BronwynK nor CarrieS nor CatherineS nor > AnnieB nor Suzanne nor Debi nor Chloe even wanted to learn > what sorts of things I am interested in, except 2.5 months > after Annie and I broke up she finally was willing to let me > play some of my latest music while we made love, but she > liked only one tune on the whole tape, and KristinM let me > play her some of my music once but the only music she liked > was stuff she already knew and liked before meeting me so > that doesn’t count as learning my interests. After Chloe > told me how great she is at language skills, and bragged > about some stuff she had done at work, I got an idea for a > new game to play with her, which would involve her language > skills so it’d be easy for her, but after I put a lot of > work into the game two weeks ago, she hasn’t played it at > all any more, claiming it’s so terribly difficult to > concentrate she’ll get a headache and die, so small chance > she’ll ever let me share anything I like that she ians’t > already good at. But at least she was willing to try that > new game I invented, for maybe three days, so that’s better > than Annie who *never* would let me show her anything about > computer programming or my favorite board game or my > favorite TV programs or movies or what food I eat (and > managed to evade me ever treating her to Chinese lunch). > All Janet wanted to do was help me to overcome one tiny bit > of my shyness. All Heather wanted to do was tease me about > how she likes to sunbathe topless and how where she came > from she goes around nude all the time, but never meet me in > perosn so I can’t even see her cute freckly face. All > Bronwyn wanted to do was have me help her overcome her > shyness then toy with me with sexual promises she never > intended to keep. All Carrie wanted to do was insist she was > ugly and insist I would dump her like everyone else did and > nag about how the dishes in the sink would jump out and fly > around a corner and hit her when she was in bed with me. > Catherine shared me her day to day life, but never cared to > know about mine. All agoraphobic Suzanne wanted to do was > make excuses why she couldn’t go to the library where we > could meet. All Debi (shybee) wanted to do is promise we’d > meet in November near her parents’ home in Sacramento, then > change it to December, then say she was going to kill > herself, then stop talking to me for three weeks, making me > think she was dead, then say she tried to kill herself but > did it wrong and failed but will do it right now, then never > talk to me again so I don’t know if she really did kill > herself or she was actually spy366 = Mark-RGB impersonating > a woman again. > I still love Lital, even after how she led me on just to > abuse me in a horrible way, because she’s the only person > who ever half understood me. I could still love Heather, > despite how she abused me, if she would agree to meet me and > hang out with me. Heather’s the only woman who ever craved > me enough to make a shrine for me on her computer, but I > think she lied about her name because I found photos of her > under a different name on the net. Apparently she’s really > some kind of prostitute or call-girl or nude dancer or > somesuch, like Catra, who likes to abuse men by teasing them > sexually. But her right breast is so beautiful I’d forgive > her for everything so-far if she’d let me see her left > breast and kiss oth of them. Cate made a special WebSite for > me when she was in love with me, so it couldn’t have been > totally a like, or could it? Maybe the WebSIte for me was > just part of the tease. > Nobody has ever wanted to find out about my interests, and > nobody ever will, so now that I’ve realized it, after seeing > that ShipMates episode with Cheyenne, the December Penthouse > playmate, who wasn’t interested in her date’s interests, > which I finally realized tonight after seeing that episode > for the third time, and realized that in that one crucial > respect everyone I’ve ever met in my whole life has been > like her, I don’t want to go on living any more. > I suffer loneliness because nobody has ever been interested > in me. Nobody has ever offered me emotional support, and > nobody ever will, so I don’t know why I’m posting here. I > hate the whold world, everyone in it, because nobody has > ever been willing to be with me or show an interest in me or > let me share my life with them. Everyone considers me > worthless, so I must be worthless, so it will be no loss > when I end my life tomorrow. > I do really good work computer-programming, but nobody values > it enough to pay me even Federal minimum wage, nor even to > accept my work for free in a volunteer job, so I am worthless. > I am stupid to think I am of any value to anyone. So I must die now.

Face it .. these women did not care about the same things you did .. you can’t force them … You are just a dull person .. So you will die now? Bu Bye.

Response:

In my whole nobody was ever interested in me enough to find out what kinds of things I’m interested in. The closest anyone ever came was LitalR who tried to understand the real me "inside" but never was interested in doing anything with me except exchange e-mail, and EstelleB who was willing to let me teach her my favorite board game when we first met but she wasn’t willing to ever play it again. Neither Janet nor HeatherT nor BronwynK nor CarrieS nor CatherineS nor AnnieB nor Suzanne nor Debi nor Chloe even wanted to learn what sorts of things I am interested in, except 2.5 months after Annie and I broke up she finally was willing to let me play some of my latest music while we made love, but she liked only one tune on the whole tape, and KristinM let me play her some of my music once but the only music she liked was stuff she already knew and liked before meeting me so that doesn’t count as learning my interests. After Chloe told me how great she is at language skills, and bragged about some stuff she had done at work, I got an idea for a new game to play with her, which would involve her language skills so it’d be easy for her, but after I put a lot of work into the game two weeks ago, she hasn’t played it at all any more, claiming it’s so terribly difficult to concentrate she’ll get a headache and die, so small chance she’ll ever let me share anything I like that she ians’t already good at. But at least she was willing to try that new game I invented, for maybe three days, so that’s better than Annie who *never* would let me show her anything about computer programming or my favorite board game or my favorite TV programs or movies or what food I eat (and managed to evade me ever treating her to Chinese lunch). All Janet wanted to do was help me to overcome one tiny bit of my shyness. All Heather wanted to do was tease me about how she likes to sunbathe topless and how where she came from she goes around nude all the time, but never meet me in perosn so I can’t even see her cute freckly face. All Bronwyn wanted to do was have me help her overcome her shyness then toy with me with sexual promises she never intended to keep. All Carrie wanted to do was insist she was ugly and insist I would dump her like everyone else did and nag about how the dishes in the sink would jump out and fly around a corner and hit her when she was in bed with me. Catherine shared me her day to day life, but never cared to know about mine. All agoraphobic Suzanne wanted to do was make excuses why she couldn’t go to the library where we could meet. All Debi (shybee) wanted to do is promise we’d meet in November near her parents’ home in Sacramento, then change it to December, then say she was going to kill herself, then stop talking to me for three weeks, making me think she was dead, then say she tried to kill herself but did it wrong and failed but will do it right now, then never talk to me again so I don’t know if she really did kill herself or she was actually spy366 = Mark-RGB impersonating a woman again. I still love Lital, even after how she led me on just to abuse me in a horrible way, because she’s the only person who ever half understood me. I could still love Heather, despite how she abused me, if she would agree to meet me and hang out with me. Heather’s the only woman who ever craved me enough to make a shrine for me on her computer, but I think she lied about her name because I found photos of her under a different name on the net. Apparently she’s really some kind of prostitute or call-girl or nude dancer or somesuch, like Catra, who likes to abuse men by teasing them sexually. But her right breast is so beautiful I’d forgive her for everything so-far if she’d let me see her left breast and kiss oth of them. Cate made a special WebSite for me when she was in love with me, so it couldn’t have been totally a like, or could it? Maybe the WebSIte for me was just part of the tease. Nobody has ever wanted to find out about my interests, and nobody ever will, so now that I’ve realized it, after seeing that ShipMates episode with Cheyenne, the December Penthouse playmate, who wasn’t interested in her date’s interests, which I finally realized tonight after seeing that episode for the third time, and realized that in that one crucial respect everyone I’ve ever met in my whole life has been like her, I don’t want to go on living any more. I suffer loneliness because nobody has ever been interested in me. Nobody has ever offered me emotional support, and nobody ever will, so I don’t know why I’m posting here. I hate the whold world, everyone in it, because nobody has ever been willing to be with me or show an interest in me or let me share my life with them. Everyone considers me worthless, so I must be worthless, so it will be no loss when I end my life tomorrow. I do really good work computer-programming, but nobody values it enough to pay me even Federal minimum wage, nor even to accept my work for free in a volunteer job, so I am worthless. I am stupid to think I am of any value to anyone. So I must die now.

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