You know the type of people, the ones who never grew out of their 13yr old on DeviantART phase, whose reaction to every bit of critique, scrutiny, or drama is I'M GON KILL MYSELF BAWWW FUQ U ALL. Text walls full of bawwing over some inane, trite bullshit, hoards of ass lickers coming to the rescue to slather attention onto their desperate attention whore. I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF BECAUSE YOU SAID YOU DON'T WANT TO BE FRIENDS! I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF BECAUSE YOU WON'T LET ME DRAW PORN! Um... no. If you were actually suicidal, you wouldn't be waving it around like some fucking badge to be shown off. Furthermore, a physical and/or psychological disorder isn't a badge to be shown off either, and it doesn't entitle you to ANYTHING outside of proper care and treatment. Why the hell do people seem to think that just because they have something wrong with them that they're entitled to: free art, ass pats, to be a dick nose to anyone, sex, and the idea that they can do no wrong? Oh, you're autistic and that gives you the right to treat people like shit? Oh, you have asbergers and have the right to fondle someone's breasts? Oh, you're in a wheelchair and feel entitled to coerce someone to pity fuck you? Heads up: