You are a gigantic faggot get off the internet. Or go crawl into a carebear furry site and die.

You probably don't want to know why you are a faggot and will brush my comment off as some misguided angst-ridden youth, but i'm telling you, that you are the one who controls your suffering. You are taking text to heart, take a moment to sit there and think about how ridiculous of a notion this is.

Text.

You are letting text pull on your emotional strings.
You are letting the internet of all things affect your personality in real life in only the most negative of ways. Missing the point entirely, and slipping deeper into depression and self-loathing over what some fucker said to you on an online forum.

You cannot take a joke to save your life, I remember one time you said that you loved me because I flaunted my superiority to other forum members on thebackalleys, and then I said you were a gigantic useless faggot, and from that day onwards you have held some sort of personal grudge against me and referred to me as some sort of "faggot who rips off the true gangsterness of the star syndicate" I believe is how you put it. I only bring this up to illustrate that you cannot take a joke, and that you continually miss the point on just about everything. Also, faggotry.

Then like every useless piece of shit that exists you go around saying that its "everyone else's fault" and that "everyone else" is the root of your problem, and that "everyone else" is stupid. Which is typically characteristic of someone who has a shitty attitude and doesn't want to deal with their problems, they only want to shift blame around until they are content with the shitty life they can scrape out of their existence. What I mean is, its typically characteristic of someone like you.

Now I may be coming off as a bit negative in this comment but the only reason I am even typing this up is because I think you need help, and in my own way I am trying to help you. It is difficult for me to express myself in any other way, because as of late I have become increasingly more nihilistic and misanthropic.

If you want help to avoid ending up like me then you could try guarding yourself with apathy, but since that would probably result in you only coming off as someone pretending not to care, what I would suggest honestly is that you become more selfish. If you perhaps were less repressed and indulged yourself more often, you may begin to see the world in a way where you are not the one serving others every whim, but more in a way where you are serving yourself. Then maybe such comments as "you are a shitty paki fAGGOT THAT CANNOT BAKE A CHEESECAKE TO SAVE HIS LIFE" wouldn't bother you. Probably because you would just eat your shitty cheesecake and smile.

Or you could turn to suicide that tends to work out splendidly for those who are successful in their ventures.

Congratulations on moving out and having things to do in real life,

i still hate you.

-squeef

what did I say?

NewShape says:

I knew something was wrong this morning. I woke up in a cold sweat. My 'internet problems' alarm clock was flashing bright red with the words "ALART"
What could it be??? I quickly rushed to throw on my 1989 Mickey Mouse boxer shorts and fled to my PC.

And what I saw made me burst into tears.
How could they?
HOW COULD THEY DO THIS?
HOW COULD THEY MAR MY CLEAN SLATE ON THIS WEBSITE, WHICH IS THE CAPITOL OF ALL ONLINE CREATIVITY AND ART! WITH SUCH GREAT CARTOONS AS 'Germaine eats chocolate cum' ON THE FRONTPAGE?

I am shattered.

I have nothing now......oh how will my 8-13 fans know the difference between my actual cartoons and the shitty ones. They were all born as harlequin fetuses, after all. They have no eyes. THEY CANT TELL THE DIFFERENCE. Poor fools. Doomed forever to vote 5 on cartoons they cannot view.

Its so cold now.

I am rubbing a butter knife rigorously across my jugular vein in an attempt to end my life.
What have I to live for?
My newgrounds rep is dead. Its the most important thing in the whole entire world. It's the beacon that represents all I have done with my life.

And its dead.

And so shall I, too, die with it.

I will miss you all very much (not really). Goodbye cruel world.

On my gravestone make sure they place this inscription:

"Hey you....get offa my cloud."

and so with tearful solstice, the butter knife tears through my throat. Like a hungry badger through a chicken.

its getting dark.....

i cant feel my toes..... not even jimmy, my special 6th toe

.....I....

.....I...............................
I expire.

*ka-thud*

faffgggggot

Liked your art, but yeah, things can be shit when you're in such a wide community over the internet, you'll always get some asshole who will hold something against you for some stupid reason, but that's just the way it is.