When I was 8 years old I watched my father drunkenly take a hand to my stepmother and while the police were on their way to take him away, he sat down and tried to explain to me "why".
When I was 10, I was in the hospital room with my grandpa as he succumbed to cancer. It didn't impact me until the two hour drive home was done and I sat against our front door and curled up and sobbed.
When I was 13, our babysitter's son returned home high on drugs and held us hostage for several hours. I pushed him over and walked to the hospital in my pajamas to get help.
When I was 15, a high school friend of mine killed themselves just days after asking for my help.
When I was 18 we left town because of the threat of gang violence when my sister testified against a gang member.
I say all of this to address the infinitesimal chance that this is all a serious series of posts from you, regardless of their absurdity: You are not the only one who knows tragedy. Everyone on this earth knows tragedy. Everyone is operating within this context. If you are going to survive the basic, fundamental tests life throws at you, you desperately need to gain thicker skin.
SlendVeny did nothing wrong, you are aware of what a joke is. I'm told you've been thread banned, take this time to reflect on yourself rather than casting shade upon others.
Have a nice night.
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