Quote Originally Posted by Whos Carl
Just thought I would make a thread about my 1500 posts.


As a child, I had dreams of loneliness, and of a hatred...that drove me mad. Of a stillness, and of sorrow, of what I never had; of what could only be.

"My mother thought that children should be seen and not heard. My mother thought that I was just a prop for her amusement...for her idle friends...for her to look like someone...I was almost; I was like a monkey, and she was an organ grinder, as I sat and did tricks for all the other adults that came over. As the idle rich came by, and looked me over as I'd recite the names of the presidents back and forth...forward and backward, and backward and forward...and they'd clap their hands...I was surprised no one threw me money, because that's what I felt like.

"She never loved me...she never did, and she never will. And I often wonder, maybe it was my fault...but it wasn't. And the only thing I can think to say when I think about her and what she did to me, and the pain she caused...the hatred, and the loathing I fear, is 'What about me?
That's the first time I've ever seen you act serious. WOW!