Death to the intolerance! Not rejection! If you're a torturer, a hateful or a intolerant, you are not welcome here, leave this page and go fuck yourself! There is no place for intolerance in my world.
For the 100th article published on my blog, I'll talk about very serious things, that concern me personally, and thousands more people around the world. Everyone has the right to have a place in this world,
Being different is to be out of the norm in terms of taste, style, physical or mental. Is it wrong or weird? Of course not. On the contrary, being different makes you someone unique. Why am I different? I think this is partly due to my vivid imagination. I create my own world, my creatures, I made thousands of drawings during my life, I invented hundreds of stories, some were completely crazy, but as I felt inspired, I continued. I have several fictional loves, I already dreamed that I kissed them. I even dreamed that I made a love scene with Daenerys (but true love, not porn!). My fascination for weapons, death, the paranormal and the monsters began very early, when I was about 13 years. I was not different in the physical plan, but moral. I have my way of seeing the world and the things around me, and that many people have never understood. I had a normal and happy childhood, but my schooling has been an endless nightmare. From primary school to high school, I was rejected, misunderstood by the others. They laughed of me because of my tastes, my shyness, my difficulty integrating, my family name .... I was shoved, hit, threatened several times ...... I had a few friends during my schooling, but I do not know where they are now. And at high school, it's became unmanageable! My tastes remained the same, especially for music, and I was not like the others. I experienced bullying that became so unbearable that I dropped everything and I left high school. I have them all told to go fuck themselves, and I left, never to return. It was after that I'm falling in depression. it lasted for months, I was convinced that my difference was going to destroy my life, and I hated everyone. I was full of sadness but also of hate. The outright hate! I even attempted to kill myself, and I almost did it. One night, I waited that my parents and my sister are asleep, and I went down discreetly in the kitchen. I took a knife in the drawer and I wanted to cut my veins. But I have not been able to. I thought about my parents and all my family, the evil I would do them if I did that. I gave up and I've never told my attempt of suicide to my parents. I decided to go see a psychologist, which helped me to get rid of the hatred that consumed me, and a few months later, I retook taste to life.
If you think I invented this story, go fuck yourself! I don't mess with these things!
When I see testimonials from young people who said they wanted to commit suicide because they are martyred, it really makes me angry, because I have experienced the same situation. I saw unfortunately in articles, that some young people like me, who see life differently and have different tastes, that have committed suicide because they were misunderstood or martyred by their classmates. Intolerance and rejection are weapons sometimes worse than a gun or a knife, as they act as a poison or a flame that destroys you from the inside gradually, and when you mix intolerance and rejection, we get a very dangerous mixture as destructive a bomb. I can not stand the intolerance and lack of respect.
If like me, you are different, know that you are not alone. I support you, I respect your choices and tastes. Respect me and I will respect you. If you want to be my friend, no problem. But if you're an asshole of intolerant, hater or torturer, get out of here and go to hell!
No Intolerance! No Reject! No Bullies! Be proud to be like you are! If I can be, You too!
Mathias, the Lordi Rider
