Rant! - Take a load off of your mind!

[AXE]

Well Lets see im not doing so good the cold air is is messing me up and im have bad days all the time most of the vets left the forum theres to many noObs in this forum Thought abought ending it all and well......
Im posting in a topic cald rant right now...

[pip99]

axe are u some mega noob killer.. :alien:

[machine1]

[/B]im so happy to be backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

[AXE]

[quoteost_uid0="pip99"]axe are u some mega noob killer.. :alien:[/quote]
Well kinda see once every one called me the nOob King(all the noobs asked me Q and i hade to answer them and then well i went mad and foght all the noobs . so yep!

[SBYRD5]

Yea I thought you were the vet ACE once.......

Instead you were a victim of ace.....oh well your a good fighter I think.

[AXE]

Yep i was. and no im not a good fighter i quit the game a long time ago and im just a forum bum now ???

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Quit going off topic, and please rant.

There was once a child who went for a long walk down a busy beach. That child must have walked for miles because he passed stirngs of sea-side shops, a huge amusement park, a dozen or so lemonade stands and the best hot dog kiosk on the coast. He marched past young couples in love, miles of surf and a dozen or so kites flying high in the sky. He walked and walked as far and as fast as his legs would carry him.

But suddenly he stopped.

He looked down to the ground and spotted a conch shell half-buried in the sand. He sat down, folded his legs underneath him and pulled it out of the ground. He sat there in the sand listening to the ocean in and running his hands over it's edges. He played with that simple little conch until his parents came, got him and made him put it back.

There is a little of that kid inside all of us. A little boy or girl who enjoys the little things in life. The simple joy of a scented flower or wonder of a good story. A child with eyes wide in wonder never feels empty or hollow, just glad to have the things he or she does. If only we could each get in touch with that young person again.

However, growing up we're told to abandon him, lock him up inside a small cage within our hearts. It seems being an adult means leaving behind the joys of life, the drive to become successful overpowers the need for fulfillment, the almighty dollar replaces the simple smile and the rat race of adult life takes the place of the care-free world we lived in as children.

It's sad really, how no one can let that child out and enjoy themselves, it'd be nice to shed our suits, for just one day, and play in a pond or splash in a puddle. I have to wonder if psychiatry exists only because people can't be fulfilled anymore the way they were as a child. I wonder how much happier the world would be if we could all, if just for a while, get in touch with that child again.

But as long as the world turns and as long as young boys grow up to be young men and young girls grow up to be young women, we'll still feel an emptiness inside of us, an emptiness that could easily be filled by the little things in life. The little things that we can no longer enjoy.

[mysticveggeto]

i dont get what rant means

[SBYRD5]

Read her post make a long post about something that bothers you MysticVeggeto.

Axe I remeber that because we talked before I meant no desrepect I said that because ACE is the leader of my clan thats all.You seem like a cool guy.Besides forums are fun.

Ok I'll Rant,but it'll be long..I think.

I awaken from my sleep each morning searching through my mind a purpose or a simple urge to want to achive greatness.I open my eyes to only see the darkness in my room that seems to be the same darkness in my heart that binds my soul.I hear a whine a whine of my only true conpainion..my dog.

I leave my quarters each day to free my dog from his jail.He doesn't seemto be happy to see me,but to know he is free from the bars that confine him.When I free him he runs around then he jumps at me so I can catch him with my hands.Almost as though he wants a huge or some form of affection.He looks at me as though I'm his mother even though I did deliver him into this world wth my hands.

I never felt a mothers love.My mother never showed that to me.She exclaimed that she was never shown affection as a child how could she ever know how to show it to me.I cried....yes I cried from the idea of never knowing a hug...I hugged my mom,but she pushed away......after that I pushed her away ever since....(In a mind sense)

I never felt the same after those days....My father was never home,and my sister was,an still has a mental illness.I blame myself how she became sick in the mind.Even though she was born that way from my mom smoking,and drinking at the time...She didn't make the same mistake with me.

The thing about my dad was this he abused me when he was drunk.I never hit him back because he was my birth father.Later he became ill,an almost passed.Once he understood I cared about him at his time of need more than anyone....he changed after that.He never hit me again,and he give up smoking.Sad to say he started to be a good father when....I never saw him much after that because of his line of work.

I never got the love I needed from my mom,but got plenty from my Dog,Girlfriends,cousins.I didn't say friends because all my true friends died,or moved away or betrayed me by becoming one of my enemies.Over the years i became a great fighter,but not a friendily person to guy type friends.

Now your wondering I'm friends with SBYRD5.Well I consider you guys in a talking sense my friends,but I don't think you would take a beating for me.So a continue my thoughts of anger at.....those that hurt me,and really simply my hurt fulled life.....


I think thats a rant how was that.

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That was very good... sad... but good.


I am the hated one, the one when the castle is burning and the seas are rising the peasants point to. I am the hated one. I am the one who asks the questions that should not be asked, the one who knows what she should not know.

My dear friends, why do you hate me so? I'd lay my life to make your world a better place. I'd sell myself to buy you happiness. I have not injured you, yet you despise me all the more...

You wonder why my heart is black and my mind in rage. You wonder why I ask the questions and learn the truth. You question me but don't look at yourself. For in there is a real demon, the one eating you up inside.

You attack me so you won't attack yourself. You break me down to make yourself stronger. But you are mistaken dear friend, dearly mistaken. The strength you get does not exist and soon I will no longer be around. But my questions will linger, my words will hang on your mind like a fish on a hook.

Attack me, hate me if you must, but beware, what I say will long outlive what you do...