Hello wolfy, this is jack speaking on your profile page.
I really love @DictatorHilton
"Men of profound sorrow give themselves away when they are happy: they have a way of grasping happiness as if they wanted to crush and smother it, from jealousy - alas, they know too well that it will flee away."
Wolfangle joined on May 18th, 2011, since that has made 1187 posts that are still accessible today, 38 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, Wolfangle has given 2175 upvotes, and was last online on Jul 26th, 2017.
I feel like I could just die right now. Part of me is just sad and hopeless, the other parts wants to beat some senseless the next time I see him.. Also just missing someone, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Just wanna wake up away & free from any pain & associate with people who actually matter to me.
And don't criticize me DC. I know you're reading this shit
"0 inaccuracies, blunders, or mistakes". What now? This doesn't look like the noob I remember playing when you put money on the table
I do appreciate your long ass comment on my half witted half awake depressing post. For the most part you're not wrong. It's not a sudden realization, it's common to everyone, yes I get that. Sometimes it is required & everyone is different.
Yes I am part of the problem. Sometimes I wonder if it's all just my actions that are causing me to think like this. Or just the accumulated stress of recent situations finally getting to me.
I'm not trying to disagree with you. It would be better if everyone spoke their mind, more or less. But we don't cause everyone's opinions are different. We see everyone different as we see outselves, course. Usually the people who tend to speak their mind of every personal negative thought would tend to come off as the toxic arrogant people you'd presumably not want to be around. I do admire the way Germans handle their form of that though, and that's what I should've added on instead of sounding so narrow minded on my thoughts. But at least for over here, it's not like that. I wish I could explain more on that.
And on your doubt upon me through reading people. Of course I would disagree. You learn a lot of bad stressful experiences in life. Like being the first hand of a few deaths, poverty. I've had more than enough experiences to read people emotionally. I can't tell you my life story. So that's just up to your belief.
Also, damn you for making such a long post while I'm on this tiny phone. Chesus Christ I'm sure I missed something too.. Something about me thinking "everyone thinks negatively of you." - I'm sure that was part of my half awake bullshit @DarkChaplain Thanks mom
I guess no matter how you look at it, people are all just a facade. I've mustered myself up to believe it's just common in Americans, but I'm sure that's how almost everyone is. Everyone always thinks negatively of you. On the social side of things, everyone is joyous, no one is having a bad time, everyone is at bliss; yada yada. But no one ever has the actual audacity to say it to your face, unless they're in a big crowd of fellow bigots. Recently it's just been that. People with false intentions, who breathe the same hate they yap about all day. And it's slowly getting to me. It's not hard for me to real someone's intentions without saying anything. People forget that the way you put your face, the tone of your voice, your slight curve in a sentence, can say a lot. And it's really beginning to hurt.
People are weak. Yet, what they say, makes them think they all power over you.
@Deftones wanted to see my poem, so here's half of it.
You are my super nova. The rays of light that fill my galaxy. Blasting back and forth to what I understand is are your thoughts reflecting everything. I'm lost beyond your image and lost beyond yours stars. You would call me your little sunshine, but to me you over power art. You're the centric sentimental sight of everything. Filling hearts with joy once they find you, more than anything. Like a rose without its thorns, you're an exquisite type of force. The type of soul to have no end, as you drift beyond the colossal parts... of space.
And for real you are amazing
Day or night you collaborate with the stars and constellations. And facing challenges you would overcome in fancy ways. Like the explosion of a planet, form a death ray, kill the human race.. Wait now I'm just thinking of Star Wars.. Hmmm
But let's be honest, beauty isn't your one whole factor. You're an abstract mess, but to me, you're like no other. As Reiner looks above he sees his super human master. She has the art skills of a wizard, and the voice of a disaster. Wait no.. She has the voice of a master. But saying master after already saying master turns this poem into a disaster...