We all know women are crazy, heartless and selfish. The ones that aren't get scooped up like pirate treasure someone just dug up. It's why I'm bi. Women treat me like garbage, no matter how I work on myself. I'm not exactly ugly. I've been used for sex a lot. It hurts. Actually. I used to be fat, and now I'm the guy Women use for sex then throw away. Women judge a book by its cover. I'm not your soldier. I'm not your provider. I'm not your sex toy. I'm not a dog. I'm not your pet. No men are. If you treat a man like he is, he'll cheat on you for someone who at least treats him like a person. I'm trying to join the Canadian army. I'd rather die to help someone than kill myself over a girl, or die getting robbed because I'm not allowed to carry weapons or use them, without destroying my dreams. I live in Canada. I'm a man. I'm not allowed to feel things. Anger or sadness, according to society. In the army, things are the exact opposite. The freedom of life. Violence, fear, laughter, love, terror, anger, honor, courage, all of it. I want the freedom to experience life. Not live and die like a slave, always wanting to kill myself, and killing myself slowly with booze like i am. I want to die out there, and not come back. The ones that die in war really are the lucky ones. My life isn't worth living right now. Mother died in front of me, and had to beat up my dad growing up. Started at 15. But the army could make it worth living, for me. If I can risk my life to actually help people, and not die, it will have all been worth it. All the suffering I went through to make me this strong. If I die, I don't care. But I'd rather die than give up. Watch one piece. When gold Roger started talking, I started crying. "Hope, fate, destiny, dreams, these unstoppable ideals are held deep within the heart of man. As long as there are those who seek freedom in this life, these things shall not vanish from the earth" They somehow managed to turn what all real soldiers feel into the perfect speech. That gold Roger theme still makes me tear up. I'm not signing up for Vietnam. My boss was Muslim, and from Iraq. If you insulted the canadian army, he'd probably punch you in the face. He said the army would be good for me. To my face. At work too. He left the job to work for an aerospace company. The awesome guy who raised me, instead of my abusive violent weakling father, was native canadian, and in the Canadian army. Never even yelled at me. Never hit me. If you wanna stop me, bring a goddamned gatling gun. I hate the canadian police. The rcmp especially. What they do up north in Nunavut to the natives makes me want to vomit. But the canadian army, doesn't force you to fight. A lot of natives join the army, and find a great home there. You can be a cook with only a canadian grade 10 or equivalent. With grade 10, for fighters, you can be armored soldier division, gunner, or infantry. Even says so on forces.ca and if you go to any recruiting center, they'll tell you the same thing. They don't force anyone to fight. Canada needs real soldiers who are willing to die. Tough bastards. Men and women. My papa was a cook. Never even saw combat. He was so upset that he didn't get to go to Afghanistan. He told me he was Angry about it, actually. Still, until he died, that was one of his only regrets. He was too old when it happened.
That’s what I call a demonic possession.
We all know women are crazy, heartless and selfish. The ones that aren't get scooped up like pirate treasure someone just dug up. It's why I'm bi. Women treat me like garbage, no matter how I work on myself. I'm not exactly ugly. I've been used for sex a lot. It hurts. Actually. I used to be fat, and now I'm the guy Women use for sex then throw away. Women judge a book by its cover. I'm not your soldier. I'm not your provider. I'm not your sex toy. I'm not a dog. I'm not your pet. No men are. If you treat a man like he is, he'll cheat on you for someone who at least treats him like a person. I'm trying to join the Canadian army. I'd rather die to help someone than kill myself over a girl, or die getting robbed because I'm not allowed to carry weapons or use them, without destroying my dreams. I live in Canada. I'm a man. I'm not allowed to feel things. Anger or sadness, according to society. In the army, things are the exact opposite. The freedom of life. Violence, fear, laughter, love, terror, anger, honor, courage, all of it. I want the freedom to experience life. Not live and die like a slave, always wanting to kill myself, and killing myself slowly with booze like i am. I want to die out there, and not come back. The ones that die in war really are the lucky ones. My life isn't worth living right now. Mother died in front of me, and had to beat up my dad growing up. Started at 15. But the army could make it worth living, for me. If I can risk my life to actually help people, and not die, it will have all been worth it. All the suffering I went through to make me this strong. If I die, I don't care. But I'd rather die than give up. Watch one piece. When gold Roger started talking, I started crying. "Hope, fate, destiny, dreams, these unstoppable ideals are held deep within the heart of man. As long as there are those who seek freedom in this life, these things shall not vanish from the earth" They somehow managed to turn what all real soldiers feel into the perfect speech. That gold Roger theme still makes me tear up. I'm not signing up for Vietnam. My boss was Muslim, and from Iraq. If you insulted the canadian army, he'd probably punch you in the face. He said the army would be good for me. To my face. At work too. He left the job to work for an aerospace company. The awesome guy who raised me, instead of my abusive violent weakling father, was native canadian, and in the Canadian army. Never even yelled at me. Never hit me. If you wanna stop me, bring a goddamned gatling gun. I hate the canadian police. The rcmp especially. What they do up north in Nunavut to the natives makes me want to vomit. But the canadian army, doesn't force you to fight. A lot of natives join the army, and find a great home there. You can be a cook with only a canadian grade 10 or equivalent. With grade 10, for fighters, you can be armored soldier division, gunner, or infantry. Even says so on forces.ca and if you go to any recruiting center, they'll tell you the same thing. They don't force anyone to fight. Canada needs real soldiers who are willing to die. Tough bastards. Men and women. My papa was a cook. Never even saw combat. He was so upset that he didn't get to go to Afghanistan. He told me he was Angry about it, actually. Still, until he died, that was one of his only regrets. He was too old when it happened.
This is why I'm bi, but I prefer dudes. I'm not lqtbq. I don't care if people don't accept me. If someone calls me a Fag, I just hit them
She knows not to do illegal drugs!
judge must be pathetic simp