Got Something You Want To Let Out Part 2

Awww, don't worry, I'm sure it's gonna be alright!


And I'm sorry Cameron, but I'm with Tim on that. This thread is about posting your thoughts that you need to let out, it could be anything, so if you think it's all whiny then maybe you shouldn't come in here only to judge.

 

In a couple of months...

It's weird. Most men look like women with long hair but I look like a woman with short hair.

 

Care to point out where I claimed I was superior to anyone?

 

PIECE O' SHIT DESK! FEEL'S LIKE I'VE BROKEN MY TOES!!!!! RAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!!! SPARTAAA!!!!!! AAAAGGHH!!!
*carries on for a while*

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Why am i such an idiot around her? :\
I've never been scared to talk to women, and i mean NEVER, but around her it's like I've swallowed my own tounge and i just go red and mumble a lot. i am such a loser -_-

 

If you thought you weren't going to get some backlash from that then I don't know what you were thinking. I would keep that to yourself and not make people feel worse than they already feel in this thread. So lets not fight, shall we? Ok.

 

You didn't have to say it, your tone implied it. Saying people should "do something about it" without actually knowing whether they are or not is
ignorant. People post on here to vent. Your labeling of peoples problems as a simple lack of motivation has absolutely no merit whatsoever. It's easy to say people are just whining when you don't know the whole story, because you
don't really know what any of these people have been through.

I don't want to continue this argument, because this is getting away from the point of this thread. Just try to state your thoughts in a manner less offensive
to others next time, alright?

 

I wasn't saying "do something about it" with the implication that the person had no motivation to improve their situation. See, the great thing about the internet is that you can't imply tone because the reader isn't reading it the way that the writer intended it in his or her head. And so, misunderstandings arise.

Then again, I should have been more specific in my statement. Turns out I'm pretty good at that.

 

The whole "stop sitting around and complaining" part was where it seemed you implied that. Regardless, if you had no bad intentions then it's nothing for
me to get angry over (or whine about ). Whatever... water under the bridge.

 

If anything proved how wonderful he is, last night and today were it.

<3

 

Damn, he's back in the hospital again.

 

My depression and anger turn into coldness...with more coldness it becomes easier and more tempting to hurt myself....

 

It always seems like my friends never do anything when I'm around. I always have to hear all these awesome stories of things they've done when I'm with them that never involved me. Yet when I'm with them nothing ever happens and no one ever does anything. It's fucking annoying as hell. Not only am I the last one they call when they're doing something but I'm always left out anyway.

 

Oh shit.

My dad is in the hospital, and I'm not in Venezuela to be with him.
I can't really type down what I'm feeling, but I'm upset, sad, pissed, tired, anxious, angry... Idk...
Never mind.. I can't explain it... I'm too overwhelmed..
*headdesk*



EDIT:
How can I be worried, when really.. I don't care about him sometimes..
He was never the perfect dad, or there for me in my childhood..
All he did was beat up my mom, get drunk with his friends, sometimes even beat me up or my sister.... So many things going through my mind right now.
Of course, I'm worried, he's my father. My blood. My family The one who was part of my birth. Am I just worried just cause I have to feel worried? or because I really care, after all, about him?
I'm not a resentful person... and the past is just that, past.
But just to think about all the bad things he did to us, it's not easy to let go... I can't go around pretending nothing happened. And now, there he is... back in Venezuela, in a hospital.. very sick.
His blood pressure went off like crazy yesterday and doctors think it has to do with his heart. *headdesk*
Just fucking why. When you think things couldn't get any worse, then something that is worst, happens. I do want to be with him, in the hospital and the rest of my family... But even my dad's family hurts me... They called my mom a bitch too many times before... and so they called me that and my sister.
For them, me and my sister were a mistake. We were just an accident from one of the nights that my dad forgot to use a condom. And they are called "family"..? I don't need that... But just how..? how can I be so selfish after all with them? with my own dad?
No. Not even the messed up things he did to us is going to stop me from being supportive. Not even my grandparents who think I'm just a mistake.
Not even the fucking distance is going to change this.
The hell with all this. Yes, my dad is fucked up. And so what? he's still my dad... and this is his health we are talking about... Not even that moment when he tried to kill us is going to change my mind from being worried...
I just want to know why am I still doing this?
Why? Does he deserve my compassion?
Do I actually care about this person who I call "dad"..?
what that fuck is right or wrong right now...?
Still, I just hope he gets better soon... *headdesk*

 

Uber for Ori.. I just hope he gets better soon and that his side of the family start respecting you, your sister and mum soon

 

I feel like I'm being tested here. It's hard to put on a brave face when everything seems to be going wrong. I can't sleep anymore and it's starting to affect my health. It's hard to even eat sometimes, and I really wish it would stop. The answer I keep getting is "you should see a psychiatrist." How the hell am I supposed to afford that? I've got everything from going to college, to simply buying a car on my "to-do list". Asking my father doesn't help, when he was confused, he joined the military. Not exactly something I'm ready to
pursue. As hard as it is for me to admit, I just can't do everything on my
own.

@Ori: That's horrible. I'm sorry to hear that.

 

I really fucking hate my job.

 

We would wake up, part ways for a while. He would dress up. I would do my hairs and make up, I would put on my pink dress. He would come and ring my doorbell to pick me up. Then there would be a ceremony and it would be the perfect kiss. We would go out and in front of us they release a 100 white doves and little children would blow bubbles all over us while we walk to our white carriage shaped into a pumpkin, with 4 super white horses in front. It would drive us up to the big castle and we would have the most delicious dinner someone could make, it would include all kinds of meat and vegetable, pies and desserts. Then there would be a big fest, the whole room would be filled with white lillies and the tablecloths would be pink to fit with my dress, there would be a swingband, but also a beautiful piano. When it's all finished, we step back into the carriage, and while we drive away there is firework up in the air. We would head to the airport and take our plane to an exotic country. We would have a heartshaped bed and we would make love every night.

*dreams*


I know 100 doves are really lame but it's so pretty...I'll shut up now.

 

Marj, you forgot to mention the part where I, the flowergirl, throw beautiful lillies at you.

 

You will be my bridesmaid!! Allll day long. You will have to keep my dress up while I'm peeing.

 

I don't get girls...