I've noticed that whenever i post my view on something in Off-Topic, everyone bashes it. Jack wipes. My view are my own and yours are yours, i doubt you would like it if i bashed your, no matter how decent they sound. When i post about something i find ok, everyone else hates me for it, well that's their problem, different lives make different views. I do believe that what i think of human life and my absolute disregard of it comes from what i've experienced earlier in my life and because of that i've been Suspended once and moderated 9 times, 9 times in 400 something posts, a bit much huh?

Anyways i think that if i said a bit about myself and stop being so reserved, some people may understand me and maybe understand why i really couldn't give a **** about life in almost any way, so here goes.

Greetings, I'm 15 years old. My real life name is Devon. I just finished secondairy 3 (A.K.A: Grade 9) and passed everything (French, english, science, gym, art, canadian and quebequer history) and failed Math, my weak point. Right now my life is going at a snail's pace, nothing special is really going on.

Now it's from the ages of 6-14 that i've become the way i am. 6 was the age i was when my mother married a man who seemed to be nice. He was not, to make it short he was one hell of a saddist, never treating us as humans and always mocking us. He almost killed my first cat too, who had been temporarilyparalyzedbecause he threw him against the wall. Although I'm nothing like what i use to be, those kind of things stay with yoursubconsciousness. Also, since i hated him so much, that hate growing everyday he existed, i now really hate most people.

My father was no better, just last summer he remembered i existed and expected me to go to his place, ordering me around like i was a minimum wage waiter. I refused, i let him leave, telling him i was packing my bags and then closed and locked the door. I sent him a text message saying i was not going to go to his place, somehow he sweet talked his way in. When i tried to close the door on him, he forced it open and then the me on the floor and punched me in the face several times while cutting of my air. That's when no one was home. So i ended up going and i would now love to see him die a slow and painful death, it was his mistake.

If that does not give you insight on what i say on off-topic, well then i can't help you.