Vent your feelings Thread

Maybe it was just random curiosity that drove you here. It's what keeps me coming back again to /b throughtout the years despite all the shit people post nowadays.

Go to bed Mark

Im thinking after all this corona bullshit is over I'm gonna go to monastery. For the past 3 years I've felt nothing but inner turmoil. I want to have inner peace. Never been much of an religious but supposedly people that have journeyed to this monastery named Ostrog in Montenegro and have felt peace after returning home.

Why do you feel inner turmoil, user?

you're a faggot. go date homos. problem solved.

so elequent

pedo

I don't feel like you and I have ever had a genuine conversation. How am I, your son, supposed to be comfortable talking to somebody who's job is to emotionally manipulate people under the guise of therapy and social work? Every time I try to talk to you about something serious all you did was spin it into something about you and what you want me to be. I know you hate me for not being like my sister but for fucks sake I don't want to be a fucking doctor, I want to do something I'm actually passionate about. I know you hate that I'm making a way for myself because all you ever wanted me to do was fail, but fuck you fuck you and FUCK YOU. I hate talking to this character you play whenever other people are around. I know what the real you looks like and she's an awful, ugly person full of just as much anger as me, but you act like you're some perfect little angel of a mother all the fucking time and I'm sick of it. Also, dad deserves better than your bullshit, and my half sister told me all about that shit you did between having her and getting married.

I will never love you, because I have no idea who you are. I don't think you do either.

I just realized I've been practicing my whole life on how to save lives through playing video games all day. I only forgot because being an adult is hard and time consuming. I just spent literally... 12 hours on PS4. I haven't put those numbers in since I was 16.

It's not so bad... but life used to be better. I used to have a routine, you know? Dolores would be around... she'd want to go... out on a Saturday. She'd want to take the paper and go read it in the park. And now that Dolores isn't around I... I can still do that but it's just... sometimes it's hard to convince myself to go outside... so I decide to stay in. And it's not bad! I have one of those recorders that records the channels on the TV... so I can watch all my favorite shows and I never have to worry about missing any of them, which is wonderful. But... yeah, no, like... I... I can't lie. I can't lie and say I don't miss Dolores every once and a while. But, yeah, it's mostly just the little things, it's like when you're eating dinner and you look across the table and you expect your wife to be there but then you remember that she's dead. That's tough. That kind of stuff is tough. I remember, eh... she would always, eh... eh... put the mustard on my... on my sandwiches for me. And, uh, the other day I made a sandwich and I forgot to put the mustard on and, uh, I took a bite into it and I was like "why isn't there any mustard?" And then it was... I remembered - because Dolores is dead... and I cried for hours... just hours mourning my wife... again. It was like she... it was like the old wound was just opened right up again. Eh... and I was crying for... for hours probably... just hours... uh... you know... which was fine. It was fine... that's... that's just part of life... you know?

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