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Shrimpy, I know you're reading this, and I know how much you love it when people tell you to "get help", makes you feel special doesn't it? I just want to say, I'm definitely not one of those people. I actively don't want you to get help. I can picture how much stress you put yourself through every, single, day. You're fucking balding because of it. I bet you toss and turn from sheer nausea every night, knowing how impotent you are, knowing that no matter how much you scream into the void, which you do all day every day, nobody will hear you. You really fucking believe HBomb stole that slogan from you, because you have nothing else going on in your life, and even that little thing is beyond the grasp of your meaty man-hands. I relish in how much undue stress you put yourself through every day, and I hope you keep going through it every day until you die at age 50 from sheer stress and not taking care of your bloated body. Nobody loves you, and it doesn't even matter if you "deserve" love or not as you keep saying. In the end, nobody, not a single fucking soul, cares about you long-term. You even had to make a sockpuppet on twitter because you don't have a single friend! We're the closest you'll ever get to someone caring about you, and even that isn't much, because most of us kind of forget you even exist after we're done reading the thread, so we can go on to read the next thread about the next generic moron that comes our way.

Shrimpy, you're not even sad. You're nothing. No matter how much you bluff about killing yourself, you are still nothing. You don't matter, you don't even exist. Nobody pays attention to you, and they never will. You should go to bed tonight with a new thought in your head. Not anger, or rage, or frustration, but instead despair. Absolute, incomprehensible despair, knowing literally nobody on this earth even cares about you. No one loves you, no one hates you, you simply don't matter.

But I know this won't phase you, because you need attention. All people do. And since nobody loves you, at least you can pretend people hate you. Screaming into the void, saying everyone hates you and you're an innocent victim, when nobody even follows you on twitter or twitch. This is the only way you know how to cope, the only thing you have to distract yourself from the crushing loneliness. I just wanna say again, I'm a huge fan, and I fucking love thinking about you withering in the despair of absolute solitude like this. I hope it lasts.