I was trying to be Anon as people treat you different when you are a Mod. It’s a brilliant subject. Anyway I’m rubbish at rembering to stay Anon. I’ll leave you to it - Brilliant post though - Mas
i do suppose you are right, an I will be honest and say, all trolling aside, I have only lied of help.com thrice, and your thread was none of those happenings
yes, after posting it i figured as much.
but you have to realize that this is not poetry.com, this is help.com.
why would you expect the greatest of critique?
but i know of more than 25 different uses for crap.
some people need a false pat on the back sometimes, but rgardless, i still try to turn depressing poems into humorous one when i find em.
because it is all part of cheering up confused people.
like how our parents told us about the tooth fairy to keep us from getting too upset over a fallen tooth.
who cares if they keep writing their crap and i keep reading it?
if takeing some time to read a crappy poem and telling the writer it is not bad can maybe help some upset people, why not?
and i too tested the world of help.com.
you may not remember it, but i made a thread asking about what a deadly dose of certain easy- to- obtain meds was.
took five seconds to get three of them.
I was actually going to do it.
and they were all systematically helping me do it.
but obviously i didn’t
who just wants to tell you everything, and You’ll help, being here helps you be empathetic, your a really cool guy, and we both know you’ll take everything you learned here, and incorperate it in everything you do, you seem like a smart guy, so I thin kyou will always find ways to better yourself, and wethere this site shuts down tommorow or months from now, or (hopefully) long after were gone, it helped yo ugrow, didnt it?
Ikari, life is about balance man, everything evens itself out some how, if one of your friends needed your help, wouldnt you try to help out just like you do here?
Youll keep on going.This website brings together good people who want to help. You have that, without this place, you would end up doing it some other way, because thats who you are, even if you dont think so,what you do here, is you touched someone elses life man, just because its over the internet dosent make it any less real, you helped people Ikari, you made a diffrence.
No man, your an asset here, maybe there just isnt good post lately, school and stuff has me not on as much, but look at all your replies, dude your one of the best helpers here, cause even when you dont really know how to help, you go on a post and try anyway, (or invite people) things here have been diffrent from what Ive noticed, but people like you , help turn this place around, come on man you know help.com wouldnt be the same without the Commander.
In third grade, I was diagnosed with ADHD. From what I know, it’s a disorder that makes it difficult for me to pay attention, and do little annoying things like tap my pencil, sing for no apparent reason, and speak out of turn. Some people debate whether it really exists, since almost one in ten kids in the US is diagnosed, and then drugged up. I don’t even know whether it really exists or if I’m just an annoying kid, but the medicine helped me. My teacher said to my mum that I probably have ADHD when on the fourth day of school, I hadn’t done anything at all, and was already in my own corner, apart from my classmates. When I got my medicine, I did much better in school, but after a while, I realized it made me a totally different person. It changed my behavior; made me calm and quiet, the perfect student. I didn’t like it, but I knew if I was off my medicine, I wouldn’t do well in school. I got better, though. It’s not like my ADHD just went away overnight, but I matured, a got a better hold on myself. Nowadays, I don’t need the medicine. I can still be annoying, but I can pay attention in class.
Second paragraph:
” I was never abused and never neglected, but I was bullied. Bullied terribly. Looking back, I was never an particularly ugly child, but being a ‘teacher’s pet’, or just being odd in general made them victimize me, maybe. I never really understood why. One person in particular was the worst, and set the track for the years to follow: Eric Kinder. In kindergarten, he beat me up every day. I suppose I wasn’t smart enough just to avoid him, or hang around the teacher at the time. He…said that no one would ever like me. He…touched me. Said that no one wanted me around. Up until recently, I believed him; believed everything that he and ever bully after that ever said. But someone said a few years ago the complete opposite. Unfortunately, I don’t remember their name, their face, when they said it, or even the specific words. Though I remember the sincerity. Looking in the mirror, I realized…I’m not ugly. I’m wanted. I’m loved. That’s when my life turned around.”
First paragraph:
Some people start out in a bad place, make their lives better, and end up in a good place. Some people start out in a good place, make their lives better still, and end up in a even better place. But I have been in an ‘okay’ place all my life, which earns me neither praise nor pity. I didn’t realize it until I was old enough to be aware of sorrow, but I’ve got it pretty good. That is, compared to many people. I’ve always had a roof over my head, food in my kitchen, a bed to sleep in, and all the necessities. I’ve had luxuries, when my family had money, whilst having money to pay the bills in a luxury itself to some families. Because of this, I apparently have no right to complain. About anything. Ever.
But just like everyone, rich or poor, privileged or not, I’ve had my far share of problems. Just like everyone else, I have a story.
Hey. I’m writing an essay about myself ( for geography class [ not with the curriculum, but we watched Freedom Writers, and she wanted to hear our stories] ), and my boyfriend is busy with math.
Does this sound good for a beginning:
” Some people start out in a bad place, make their lives better, and end up in a good place. Some people start out in a good place, make their lives better still, and end up in even better places. But I have been in an ‘okay’ place all my life, which earns me neither praise nor pity.”
Babes - the day your Mum stops switching off that Broadband connection - welcome to my world. I’ve stopped switching off my son’s connection now as he appears to be doing a good job of regulating his own time. You arent boring Ikari - but you certainly sparkle better when you have jousting partners like the old guys - Mas
Hello - you dont usually speak in such formal tones - in fact you dont talk like that at all. You were more likely to tell me you hoped I fell off my rainbow lol. So where have you been - apart from ’stilted languages’ classes? - Mas
yeah yeah yeah. i know it is good for me but i am not exactly thrilled to have to wake up stap my knife kit to me which weighs a blue ton and then hike 14 blocks and 4 flights of stairs everyday.