Figured this might be a good idea. Specifically for rants and advice/comfort. We've all, at some point, brought something up in a different thread that got everyone off topic. So I thought I'd make a thread where we could get things that are bothering us in our lives off our chests. And also to provide cyber-hugs and advice.
We all seem to need this. Or, at least, everyone who posts in the General section xD If there's something that's bugging you, something you're depressed about, even just something that's been irritating the SHIT out of you, post it here, and let us love you

So, I think I'll start. And this is in second person, 'cause, after posting on forums so much, I think I've kind of forgotten how to write any other way. Plus, I wrote it a few days ago, and was gonna print it out and give it to him...but chose not to.

To the man I once called Father:
In your eyes, this is where I step out and become the most pathetic human being on the planet.
In mine, the strongest.
I've never found myself to have this much anger toward another person in my entire life. Not even towards my biological father.
You have unmasked how much of a
Manipulative
Hypocritical
Disgusting
Selfish
...and last but not least,
Spineless-- fool you can, and will continue to be.
The things you have said to me... The beatings you have bestowed upon me and
my family.
-"You bust
one more fucking thing in this house, so help me god I will bust your ass!" -- Ha! That would actually require you to get off
your fat ass and actually find me. You're too lazy to hunt me down. The day I ran away-- when I packed my bags and left, I
wanted, so badly, for you to come after me, show me that at lease one of my father figures cared. Three days, I was gone, and did you lift a finger? No. You didn't even call the cops. I doubt you tore your eyes from the television long enough to realize that I was even gone.
-"You better keep the friends you have now because you will never function properly in society." --Oh? And
you do? Ha! I may not be the simple norm, but there are plenty of things I can do in this world where I will fit in just nicely. I know I have issues, but that won't keep me--like it has you--from becoming a contributing member of society. Your illness may very well be real, but so is mine, and at least I have the balls to accept it, instead of lying to myself every minute of every day. I'm tired of your pathetic excuses. No one wants to hear your voice anymore.
-"You better get ahead and go sleep on the streets now, you'll end up exactly like your father." --You mean "homeless"? Been there, done that... Didn't find it too appealing. I may have the same illness as my father but that does NOT mean that his fate is to be my own. I would NEVER let myself turn out ANYTHING like him! Never. Not after what he's done. If anyone is like their father in this house, it's you. You've become a cold hearted bastard. Congrats.
I may have a temper and
accidentally put holes in walls, but at least I don't beat my spouse with a barstool. You raise you hand to us when your angry, beat us with words and with fists when you don't like our look, or what we have to say.
You call it discipline.
I call it abuse.
You're not the same man my mother fell in love with, nor are you the man I used to call Dad. You are so far gone, the only things you can say that come off as being semi-intelligent are always a repeat of what someone said only moments before.
I wish to the gods that mom would grow a backbone and leave you, illness or not-- you don't deserve an angel like her.
I swear to the same gods, that if you so much as
look at her the wrong way, I will beat that brittle little ass of yours. I am aware I am a whole foot shorter than you, but there is this lovely little invention called a crowbar and there is one in the closet by the front door.
I'll give you pain that is
real.
I'll teach you to be proper, a real gentleman.
Hell, you'll be holding the door open for me!
Ha!
I'll go to jail if it means protecting the woman the gave me life, and destroying the vile being that is taking
her life away.
If Arcturus were still alive, you'd already be your cell mate's puppet. As though Rus wouldn't have beat you to a bloody pulp first anyway.
You'll pay.
Karma will hit you like a fucking bus, even if I have to push you in front of one to make it happen.
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