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The reason I stopped Hacking
First, I'd like to say that this is an experience from a friend of mine. But to keep him safe, I won't use his real name or alias. I have come up with an option. I'll also write it in the first person because he told me this story and knows I like writing. Here we go.
I spent my whole childhood hooked to a computer. I was already looking around my uncle's computer and moving between games when I first started to talk. When I was 10, I took over my family's MSN accounts and made them send each other weird texts. The texts said things like "I hate you" or "give me back my Power Rangers" when I was 10.
As you might guess, I didn't have any friends when I was younger. A lot of people picked on me and pushed me around. Since I have autism, I guess that's why. I have no idea and never will. My grandfather told me over and over that I needed to protect myself and show them I wasn't scared. I really couldn't fight back. When I tried to punch, it hurt and when I kicked, it hurt. For about six years, I thought that the only way I could fight back was to hurt them. I had no idea that the imaginary world where I grew up would soon become everyone's second life.
From this point on, I made more and more mistakes. I was 16 years old, and everyone I knew used Facebook, Twitter, or whatever else was hot at the time. Brock was my "main" bully, if you will…
