I while ago a provided information regarding my type and to what you thought it was.
The truth is I don't actually care and in reality it will never actually matter. I'm really, really drunk at the moment, so at least I'm being honest.
I drink to gain a really false sense of security, but at least I'm happy. Most of you typed me as an ENFP but I know realistically that I care for the wellbeing of other people so much, I really want them to be happy. I want to make them happy. I want everybody to be happy and I couldnt give a rats ass in the process and that's what I hate about myself. I'm pathetic. I'm a useless a malicous girldfreind trying to manipulate acoustic alternative listening self-righteous arsewipe and I hope this drunken post may provide some insight into who I REALLY am. Giving the honest person and not the disgusting inhibited repressed bastard that I actually am. I despise myself, I wish I could only care about myself but I can't help but try to help others.
I know this will probably be deleted by any moderator with the smallest and most miniscule hint of sense, but being very drunk may actually enlighten you to who I reallt am even though I'll probbly get kicked off these forums for gross spelling miserrors.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryKp8QYA8io
This actually makes me weep inside. (please exclude all whining and cheese). It's the bloody story of my life. Always walked over to the point of being peoples doormat and all stupid emocratic stuff life that. I'm absolutely FUCKING pathetic. Oh look, there's a text from the best mate I just completely screwed over while trying to seduce his girlfreind and me lieing like a complete arsewipe trying to save my own skin like paul on the third cock's crow in the bible when he denied if he actually knew jesus (not a fan of Christianity anyway_
It's funny what being labelled a genius can actually do to you in life. It makes you a cocky little arsewipe by the ripe old age of 166 just because you got an A* in mathematics at GCSE level. It makes you think so much of yourself and actually makes you think your so god damn self-sacrificial but really I live on the inside with myslef and with my real person. the little 9 year old that was absolutely breaton to death by his pears for what he thought was rea;llt right at the time but now realises what such a toilet wipe he actually was.
This is a VERY LonG strETCH , but if any of u have played the game that is called Planescape:Torment then you might realise who I am. With no identity whatsoever trundling through different planes trying to find myself. Trying to always find myself. But never actually getting the right answer but falling short because I'm a complete asswipe because of my upbrining.
I really, REALLY, really like to blame things on how I was brought up and "bullied" *coughcough8 as a child but that was actually of very little consequence of how I actually consequence.
What I most desire is somebody to type me properly so I can really find where I truley belong and stop my *coughcough wandering bout; the planes as a complete moron.
I like to pretend that but rea;ly I just live and like to pretend that. Everybody like to pretend their really really really philosophical but in reallyty no matter how much V.I. socionics qualifications youi have you can never, ever actually understand another human being. It's funny how other people try to understand other people like that without ever really knowing themselves.
So, If you have endured this self-pitiful and pathetic drunken blabber you contain the very depths of my admiration and horrible abuse of the english language because I was T=bagged by a So-called freind last weekend.
It's funny how I can never really let go of a grudge and always desire revenge, I wish I didn't I'd type 6,000,000 words in an hour if I could forget grudges from my past but hell I couldn't because my name is Patrick Nicholas Goodliffe. My grandad was an actor and I'm a depressed idiotic bastard that tries to care for other people but rea;;y just wants to be happy with some god damn nice girl alone and happy in eacgothers 'ebrace' just talking allnight and being happy and having somebody that will actually accept me for who I am.
Though I'm hardly attractive in the slightest. I tried getting a new fashion sense recently but it didn't work, it never f'ing works.
I'm fairly content that this will be my final paragraph of moronic sludge. Thankyou if you've actually read this long. And god damn it is that ENTJ sexy in that post where her sig is like.... "This is typically my face" and "I tell the truth and don't mean to hurt anyone in my posts". I think her name is joy or something, god, I can't even remmember. Anyway, thanks for enduring this and maybe the "sobre" patrick may aprreciate the full extant of this post and gain a little info about himself from his "Drunken honest" state.
If this topic sinks to the the bottom of the forum atleast give me some pathetic silly empathetic comment to MAYBE feel better about m,yself when I'm sobre.
Thank you for your time everytbody, I sinsincerely hope this isn't deleted but it will most likely be the case in which case I'm incredibly sorry fort any waste of time I've caused any moderators of this forum.
Type me pleas.e Give me something to belong to.