Its obvious you're quite hard of thinking, but consistently and repeatedly showing yourself up to be a bit of a twit as well must surely be awfully wearing on you. I say twit as I don't want to use sweary words when other youngsters may read this, but substitute whatever label you want, pick your favourite seeing as you are quite the master of repartee.
As for your posts, you know what your mum said about getting stressed out being bad for your complexion, so perhaps you should lie down and have a wee snooze when Martin irritates your sensibilities rather than obsessing about him, as you seem to be unable to post here without referencing him in some way - except of course when you are thinking up jovial posts abusing others with your new and original banter - as having an unrequited crush can be difficult to deal with, particularly during those difficult teenage years.
Just wait it out, time passes (so slowly I know) and in a few months or years, rejection will seem less and less important - much like your posts - and once you come out of your shell, get a few pals who are real rather than online and maybe, just maybe, get a girlfriend, then Martin wont be as important to you as he is currently. Tough love, I know.
I'm sure I speak for everyone here when I wish you all the best with managing your anger and self-loathing and hope you find another way to express yourself. We're all here for you pal, don't think about giving up your worthwhile input to this board as it really brightens our otherwise dull lives, and I truly hope one day you get to New Douglas Park just to see Martin and the players in the flesh. Maybe you could even be a mascot, but although that's a pipe dream now, you can do it if you really, really work hard and be the bestest wee boy you can be.
All the best my wee champ,
Looking forward to your witty reply, as always, although I know its a bit late and so might be by your bedtime. Never mind, tomorrow after school is fine.
On the outskirts of nowhere, on the ring road to somewhere, on the verge of indecision, I'll always take the roundabout way.