Around the age of 17, during a dispute with drugs and money, I shot and killed a man in self-defense. There was a lot of grey area in the murder, so I wasn't charged as fully as perhaps I should have been. The toll of taking another man's life really stuck to me though. At 17 and a half, I picked up drugs for the first time. I had sold them, but never taken them. And for the next 3 years, I would be a slave to them. Around this time, perhaps directly related to my drug usage I started developing a disorder called DID, or more colloquially known as multiple personality disorder. Neither my drug usage nor disorder was known to anyone. Not my family. Not my friends. Nobody. Just me. Now let me say this first, I was not a great person. Perhaps, although I am much better, I am still not, but while I was unfortunate to have gone through this, I was not a saint.
My first personality was known as Bailey. Which was the first fake name I created when I went on the internet for the first time. Bailey lived with his mother, was 17 and did nothing but drugs and avoid contact with everyone. Bailey did a lot of dumb shit, but Bailey was never a pedophile. Neither was Snow for that matter. More on that soon. Perhaps he was unhinged, perhaps he was a danger to society. But he was never a psychopath, and never abused anybody. He was a sad, pathetic excuse for a human, he treated people poorly and desperately strived to fill the hole he felt, and that much was very clear to anyone who saw it. He was borderline deranged, and that man I was during that period of my life, I still look back on with disgust. Honestly speaking, I do not remember how, when or why I got banned on that account, but I do remember around this time, my mom left overseas. So I had nowhere to live.
I couldn't sell drugs, as I was addicted to them. My father found out about my addiction and while the rest of my family moved to live elsewhere, I was kicked to the streets. And that's where I spent greater part of my next identity. The man you knew as Snow. Snow was colder than Bailey was. More meticulous, more intelligent. But more or less, as equally a degenerate. Although this period of my life is set in more shade and shadow. I honestly cannot remember most of what happened as Snow. I could not tell you how, or why. Perhaps it is because he was the last persona I had before I got over my drug addiction and mental disorders and worked tooth and nail to be better. I do not know when I forgot who I was. When I say "Snow is dead", I mean that literally. He is dead. He relates to me in almost no way.
Around the age of 17, during a dispute with drugs and money, I shot and killed a man in self-defense. There was a lot of grey area in the murder, so I wasn't charged as fully as perhaps I should have been. The toll of taking another man's life really stuck to me though. At 17 and a half, I picked up drugs for the first time. I had sold them, but never taken them. And for the next 3 years, I would be a slave to them. Around this time, perhaps directly related to my drug usage I started developing a disorder called DID, or more colloquially known as multiple personality disorder. Neither my drug usage nor disorder was known to anyone. Not my family. Not my friends. Nobody. Just me. Now let me say this first, I was not a great person. Perhaps, although I am much better, I am still not, but while I was unfortunate to have gone through this, I was not a saint.
My first personality was known as Bailey. Which was the first fake name I created when I went on the internet for the first time. Bailey lived with his mother, was 17 and did nothing but drugs and avoid contact with everyone. Bailey did a lot of dumb shit, but Bailey was never a pedophile. Neither was Snow for that matter. More on that soon. Perhaps he was unhinged, perhaps he was a danger to society. But he was never a psychopath, and never abused anybody. He was a sad, pathetic excuse for a human, he treated people poorly and desperately strived to fill the hole he felt, and that much was very clear to anyone who saw it. He was borderline deranged, and that man I was during that period of my life, I still look back on with disgust. Honestly speaking, I do not remember how, when or why I got banned on that account, but I do remember around this time, my mom left overseas. So I had nowhere to live.
I couldn't sell drugs, as I was addicted to them. My father found out about my addiction and while the rest of my family moved to live elsewhere, I was kicked to the streets. And that's where I spent greater part of my next identity. The man you knew as Snow. Snow was colder than Bailey was. More meticulous, more intelligent. But more or less, as equally a degenerate. Although this period of my life is set in more shade and shadow. I honestly cannot remember most of what happened as Snow. I could not tell you how, or why. Perhaps it is because he was the last persona I had before I got over my drug addiction and mental disorders and worked tooth and nail to be better. I do not know when I forgot who I was. When I say "Snow is dead", I mean that literally. He is dead. He relates to me in almost no way.
Around the age of 17, during a dispute with drugs and money, I shot and killed a man in self-defense. There was a lot of grey area in the murder, so I wasn't charged as fully as perhaps I should have been. The toll of taking another man's life really stuck to me though. At 17 and a half, I picked up drugs for the first time. I had sold them, but never taken them. And for the next 3 years, I would be a slave to them. Around this time, perhaps directly related to my drug usage I started developing a disorder called DID, or more colloquially known as multiple personality disorder. Neither my drug usage nor disorder was known to anyone. Not my family. Not my friends. Nobody. Just me. Now let me say this first, I was not a great person. Perhaps, although I am much better, I am still not, but while I was unfortunate to have gone through this, I was not a saint.
My first personality was known as Bailey. Which was the first fake name I created when I went on the internet for the first time. Bailey lived with his mother, was 17 and did nothing but drugs and avoid contact with everyone. Bailey did a lot of dumb shit, but Bailey was never a pedophile. Neither was Snow for that matter. More on that soon. Perhaps he was unhinged, perhaps he was a danger to society. But he was never a psychopath, and never abused anybody. He was a sad, pathetic excuse for a human, he treated people poorly and desperately strived to fill the hole he felt, and that much was very clear to anyone who saw it. He was borderline deranged, and that man I was during that period of my life, I still look back on with disgust. Honestly speaking, I do not remember how, when or why I got banned on that account, but I do remember around this time, my mom left overseas. So I had nowhere to live.
I couldn't sell drugs, as I was addicted to them. My father found out about my addiction and while the rest of my family moved to live elsewhere, I was kicked to the streets. And that's where I spent greater part of my next identity. The man you knew as Snow. Snow was colder than Bailey was. More meticulous, more intelligent. But more or less, as equally a degenerate. Although this period of my life is set in more shade and shadow. I honestly cannot remember most of what happened as Snow. I could not tell you how, or why. Perhaps it is because he was the last persona I had before I got over my drug addiction and mental disorders and worked tooth and nail to be better. I do not know when I forgot who I was. When I say "Snow is dead", I mean that literally. He is dead. He relates to me in almost no way.
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Actually i was friends with someone from Australia who knew Bailey before almost everyone else and she claimed that she actually saw what's mentioned above in the news.
Малы бар деп бирөөнүн
Байлыгына суктанба.
Ачуулу болуп, эр жигит,
Аксымдыкка бут малба,
көпкөндүккө жеңдирип,
Көрүнгөнгө мактанба.
the only legitimate reason i can perceive someone consuming gore is that it's a coping mechanism for heavy trauma. cuz like everyone deals with that in different ways. for me it's the reason why i'm so averse to it
Well if someone has normalized this kind of thing to themselves, it will just be somathing that's familiar, there are so many personal ways to just perceive the same thing
Малы бар деп бирөөнүн
Байлыгына суктанба.
Ачуулу болуп, эр жигит,
Аксымдыкка бут малба,
көпкөндүккө жеңдирип,
Көрүнгөнгө мактанба.
pinkalicious said: Kid I said myyy, you added the MyAnimeList challenge and the one by Sethispr
You don't have to actually read them- unless you end up finding ones that are interesting. Many users do it as a sign of support- such as I stacked seth and she stacked mines.
then as the ultimate sign of support i will read them all