I'm autistic. Likewise, I can't handle all of this. If you don't understand something, that's your problem. I already pointed out what your problems pertain to: Evil Retard Syndrome. If you weren't the cowards you are, because of your fear of the penal system, you would be a real danger to society. You are the trolls. You are idiots. You are abusers.
If you're not a troll, then why did you say in your very first ever post on this site that everyone was jealous of you? Would you introduce yourself to somebody in the street by telling them they are jealous of you?
And pray tell. What on earth would I be jealous of you for?
That comes basically from having a mother who was jealous of me and she also beat me for it. My siblings have also been jealous. People sometimes are jealous of my talent and they don't understand me when I don't talk much so my experiences with people haven't been great. And yes, there is a lot of jealousy I have been subjected to so I have some issues there.
Sorry to break it to you sweetcheeks, but it doesn't sound like your mum was jealous of you. It sounds like she hated you and regrets the fact that you were ever born, and I can't blame her if you behaved at home like you behave here.
Wrong Plumcakes. I was everything my mother wished she was, and wasn't. She had a learning disability and she didn't have the looks either. That's why she was such a major loser in life and ran around fucking worse losers. I got my looks from my father's side and some from her side too. It's beyond your scope. You can't even do the math to understand anything, so you're hopeless. Go dig a hole now and bury yourself in it because you are the worthless jerk and creep you are who also likes to hang around with others just like you.
I find it hard to believe anybody would want to be like you.
If what you say is to be believed and you came from a broken home and spent much of your childhood in care, and you are an, as yet unpublished artist, then could you tell me how come you live in such a nice house and have such a beautiful life. What do you do for a living? How come you've ended up with all this money, when you appear to lack the emotional stability needed to hold down even the most basic of jobs?