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Naive

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About Naive

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    Il Ganodermo
  • Birthday 06/23/1990

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  • Gender
    Male
  • Location
    North Miami, Florida
  • Interests
    Runescape, Dungeons and Dragons, Video Games, etc.

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  1. Naive

    Today...

    Glad at least one of us is having a good time :) As for today... Well, I went to the park after a fit of rage last night and meditated, tried the whole ego killing thing. My ego (the id in particular) is a stubborn bastard who won't quit though, so I gave up on that. Now I just make D&D characters. One day I'll DM. One day...
  2. Something something CAPITALISM yadda yadda
  3. Naive

    Today...

    Today I got kicked out of my father's house after I refused to help him outside because not an hour earlier he called me a [bleep]ing [wagon]. So I did what any paranoid schizophrenic would and freaked out. Started punching walls. Threw my computer to the floor. Packed a few clothes. Went to the cousin's house. The one who punched me. Wailed at the front phone box that I was suicidal. He clicked. I'm currently on the way to another cousin's house. Mother is driving me. There is only one voice in my head currently. She screams in agony unable to trust anyone anymore. This is my life. I cannot be personable. And people abuse me for it. My own father has disowned me. I have never felt more alone. Help...
  4. Don't mind Sy he's just objective to the extreme :P Nice looking house btw, mine is uglyyyyy
  5. Make licenses harder to get and I don't see a problem. Full mental, physical, psychological evaluation for anyone wanting to get a gun. Hell it'd create jobs, what's not to love?
  6. This was me explaining what had happened to me once I got back to Florida. This is my life. I cannot trust anyone because I was physically assaulted by my cousin. You are all bullies. Emotional psychological bullies. And the mods are happy to give favors to anyone who PM's them lies. This is why I am leaving. I cannot trust the leadership on this board. I cannot trust anyone. Not even myself. You all have been bullying a paranoid schizophrenic. You are all disgusting human beings. I hope to GOD no one ever suffers like I have here. Goodbye. Source: My final Farewell.
  7. You would love Illaoi. League of Legends champ.
  8. Too many people on League chase kills in dominion and I keep losing because the IDIOT TALON DECIDED CHASING A TARIC WAS MORE USEFUL THAN CAPPING THE WINDMILL.
  9. repost plshttp://forum.tip.it/topic/324332-gratitude/I like to call this recalibrations for your head. Any emotion can work for this.
  10. Challenges make the road to death more fun...
  11. REAL TALK BELOW THIS LINE ________________________ I came back home 4 days ago. It has been an agonizing 3 months spent in San Francisco not being able to find a job and being ostracized for my recently diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia and what I consider to be intense Aseperger's. I got hurt in San Francisco and decided I should go back home. Back in Florida I was about to go to a job interview, called up my cousin who I asked to watch the dogs while I went to a job interview... He flipped out and thought I was trying to hurt the dogs (he believes everyone's things to be his) and rushed over. A slam on the door. "OPEN THIS [bleep]ING DOOR!" I unlock the door, and it gets flung open. There he is, dressed all in green like a fat kid at the fair, green shades, you'd never guess this manchild was 30. I'm 25 and taller and much better shape for reference. He grabs all three dogs in his hands and bolts for his car. Naturally my id fires off full force and howls "BRING BACK MY PUPS!" I chase after him, the dogs whimpering and Bindi very likely pissing herself. Nikki poor dimentia/cancer ridden addled dog was scared shitless and biting my cousin, and Bubba was shaking badly. I threw myself on his front door and lodged my hand inside his car, screaming for him to give back the dogs. I grabbed his shirt. He unleashed all hell on my head. First impact. I completely start seeing red, id is furious. Second impact. I see stars. Third impact. "[bleep]ING LET GO OF ME YOU PSYCHOPATH" "GIVE ME BACK MY BABIES" Fourth impact. "CALL THE POLICE HE'S STEALING MY DOGS!" Fifth impact. "DON'T LISTEN TO HIM HE'S A CRAZY SCHIZOPHRENIC PSYCHOPATH" Sixth impact. A woman runs over and screams at the cousin to stop. Seventh impact. "IT'S OK HE WAS TRYING TO KILL THESE DOGS I'M SAVING THEM THEY'RE MY DOGS" Eighth impact. "HE'S A LIAR HE'S SSSSSSSSSSTEALING MY DOGS THEY'RE THEY'RE THEY... Parent's.... dogs.... Ninth impact. My glasses fall off. Tenth impact. "Are you done yet [bleep]. Give them back." By this time I manage to get his arms out of the car and pin them against the frame to get him to stop attacking. I'm completely in another world right now and really want to break his arms in so many places but my id is in pieces. Superego takes over and tells me not to, he is mistaken and will see sense after this is over. Martyr comes out. "Let him destroy you if it means he will realise the error of his ways" I reach back in snatching for my dogs. First punch to the jaw. GIVE. THEM. BACK. Second impact to the jaw. GET THE [bleep] OFF OF ME YOU PSYCHOTIC [roosters]UCKING MOTHER[bleep]ER PSYCHOPATHIC PEDOPHILE DOG[bleep]ING PIECE OF SHIT [bleep]. Third impact. Shove his shoulder, dragging his arm back into the car and leaving a nasty bruise. [bleep] him. I'm concussed badly. But I don't care he's stealing my babies. He bites my upper arm through my nice blue polo. I feel no pain. ONLY ANNOYANCE. He starts backing out. Dragging me along. Me desperately telling the woman to call the police. HE'S A PSYCHOPATHIC ATHEIST DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. I start crying at the betrayal. I lose my grip and he drives off. I dial 911. MY DOGS HAVE BEEN STOLEN address? THEY'VE BEEN STOLEN sir we need your address. 2120 ALAMANDA DRIVE NORTH MIAMI FLORIDA 33181 MY NAME IS BRANDON KELLY THE THIEF IS ***************** AND LIVES AT ***********************. what happened HE HURT ME AND STOLE MY DOGS do you need medical attention (Should... SHOULD... we seek.... h-h-h-hh-elp, L-lllll--little l--amb?) (HE HAS OUR FAMILY WOLF) I NEED MY DOGS SAVED. police are en route fire rescue as well to check you out. Long story short. Restraining order. Dogs are safe. I may be permanently brain damaged, I plan on going back to the ER tomorrow after I put in my job app. No insurance currently. I will drop the charges after the trial. He needs to learn that you can't brutalize someone and get off scott free. YOU DO NOT [bleep] WITH US.
  12. Alright buddy, I hate to break it to you, but you're an adult. This isn't how adults are supposed to act. I get you're a kid at heart enjoying pokemon and mmos, but there's a difference between that and not knowing when to move on. It wasn't working. You guys couldn't go two days without being at each other's throats for the last three months you were talking, probably. It was nothing bad jabs at each other that were rarely in the same playful vein that's usually used. You say passive, playful taunts, but in the end there was nothing but venom behind every single one. It was as passive aggressive as... these constant posts here and elsewhere. You're a fine enough guy but I'm sick and tired of seeing the same whining of this still months later. If you were younger, I would understand, but you're an adult and yet you sound like you're a 13 year old who broke up with their first girlfriend or boyfriend with all the dramatic and flair. I am not commenting on the dynamics of anyone else involved because pure and simple you two are done being friendly and you need to stop treating it like a wound still bleeding four months later. When it scabs over, stop picking out it, or you'll end up with a scar when it could have healed healthily when left alone. If you had cared, if it had really mattered, you would have done something when it mattered rather than (what is this, the fourth of fifth time?) vague-posting your teenage angst and looking for redemption not from yourself, but from others. So that the next time, if we get another next time, you wont have learned anything and we'll get the same problems and you'll end up on the curb again vague-posting and reposting stupid facebook memes about how your tortured soul gave all to the world and received nothing in return. There is only one single thing in this world that you control, and it's your actions. Think about how next time you should try changing them, instead of others. I'm not looking for a dialogue here or a reply. I'm telling you to move on so that next time you get a similar friendship you will have actually learned something to help it grow, not fester and become foul with toxicity. And if I hear "in my defense" one more time I'm going to punch a wall. A relationship, no matter what kind, should never be the kind of strife you two had 24/7. I am speaking from personal experience here. The scars are what makes you unique. Being plain and unable to stand out is a terrible existence.What? No way dude. That's the kind of thing that depressed people say to rationalize their depression rather than seeking to improve their lives and become happier. Scars don't make you unique-- depression is one of the most common illnesses in the world; it's easy to be depressed because you don't have to do anything. If anything, happiness is what makes you unique in these days. Finding a genuinely happy person is extremely rare. And what if I find happiness in my scars and broken mind?
  13. Alright buddy, I hate to break it to you, but you're an adult. This isn't how adults are supposed to act. I get you're a kid at heart enjoying pokemon and mmos, but there's a difference between that and not knowing when to move on. It wasn't working. You guys couldn't go two days without being at each other's throats for the last three months you were talking, probably. It was nothing bad jabs at each other that were rarely in the same playful vein that's usually used. You say passive, playful taunts, but in the end there was nothing but venom behind every single one. It was as passive aggressive as... these constant posts here and elsewhere. You're a fine enough guy but I'm sick and tired of seeing the same whining of this still months later. If you were younger, I would understand, but you're an adult and yet you sound like you're a 13 year old who broke up with their first girlfriend or boyfriend with all the dramatic and flair. I am not commenting on the dynamics of anyone else involved because pure and simple you two are done being friendly and you need to stop treating it like a wound still bleeding four months later. When it scabs over, stop picking out it, or you'll end up with a scar when it could have healed healthily when left alone. If you had cared, if it had really mattered, you would have done something when it mattered rather than (what is this, the fourth of fifth time?) vague-posting your teenage angst and looking for redemption not from yourself, but from others. So that the next time, if we get another next time, you wont have learned anything and we'll get the same problems and you'll end up on the curb again vague-posting and reposting stupid facebook memes about how your tortured soul gave all to the world and received nothing in return. There is only one single thing in this world that you control, and it's your actions. Think about how next time you should try changing them, instead of others. I'm not looking for a dialogue here or a reply. I'm telling you to move on so that next time you get a similar friendship you will have actually learned something to help it grow, not fester and become foul with toxicity. And if I hear "in my defense" one more time I'm going to punch a wall. A relationship, no matter what kind, should never be the kind of strife you two had 24/7. I am speaking from personal experience here. The scars are what makes you unique. Being plain and unable to stand out is a terrible existence.
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