The people in the locker room WON’T STOP ASSAULTING ME. At first they started asking stupid questions like “do you have skibidi rizz” or “do it jiggle” but today things got worse. They’re whipping me with their clothes in the most sensitive spots I have, (my skin still stings) stealing my gym clothes, (I don’t even know if the ones I have are mine) and someone THREW A FOOTBALL CHEST PLATE OVER THE STALL and someone PEED ON THE FLOOR WHILE I WAS IN THE STALL. I tried fighting back by trying to whip this one guy with my gym shorts but he RIPPED THE STRINGS APART (the part I was holding on to) AND RIPPED SOME OF THE SKIN ON MY FINGER WHILE I WAS TRYING TO HOLD ON. NO ONE EVEN CARED. NOT EVEN MY FRIENDS. NO ONE WAS EVEN SLIGHTLY CONCERNED. I had to escape somehow, knowing the guy was hungry for my corpse, so I was running away backwards as fast as I could and landed into some other people. I broke into tears, which shouldn’t happen because I shouldn’t cry over things like this. No one gave two cares about it. WHY AM I CRYING OVER THIS? It’s hard being the immature Mario kid…
FIXING OLDS: Immature Mario kid talks about something stupid, community believes he is “faking depression”
