Oh, and if you attack me, I turn into a wannabe passive intellectual who suddenly knows how to play the nice guy role. Look at me become so defensive through the use of dry humor and kiddish wit. My writing is so smart and full of golden complexity.
My mother loves to snort cocaine, and she has a lot of boyfriends that visit her every day. If you pay my mother $150, you can hang out with her for 1-hour and get to meet her whorish side. Whores raise whores. I am a little whore.
I have no friends, family, or relatives that care about me. I wouldn't know what it's like to be kind and offer helpful constructive criticism, mainly because I lack love experience in my personal life.
I prowl through Secret Talk, find the most ailing posters, and crush their little souls so that they continue to dig themselves deeper into an emotional hole. People that I have encountered in life never cared for me, so why should I care for anyone?
I am a Big Bad Wolf online, but when I step outside the door, I clean my whorish emotional state and pass as a fake Mr. Nice Guy to the rest of the world. I am a walking contradiction. I am afraid to post my errors and failures on Secret Talk because the second I do that, I become vulnerable and weak to the masses.
If you prove me wrong, I dig through Secret Talk and post URL's to other posts that help my case. I am a control freak and I am never wrong.
People hate me on this site. Search my name on the search bar, and marvel at all of the hate messages people have written to me. I'll still shamelessly defend my character and horrible reputation on this site no matter what.
I am Cynic and I post with my user name, so that makes me extra brave.
I sometimes poke my head out of my bedroom window at night and look up at the sky. I gaze at the brightest star and think, "How long has my mother been a whore?"