A post. I post dedicated to our parents, snooping around, reading our conversations that we thought were privy from thier eyes...


a post where we will declaire all the things we do, that they don't want to hear about.


I have three tattoos, and will get more.
I have had three peircings that weren't in my ears!
I smoke marijauna. Oh yes, I do.
I've tried other drugs.
I smoked cigarettes for a little over a year! (but I quit, aren't you proud of me mom?)
I drink! I drink whenever I want to!
I have sex alot! I had sex alot before I got married too!
I have two drawrs full of sex toys in my room. Two drawrs!
How the fuck do you spell drawrs???
Remeber when you thought I was gay? You were almost right, I'm bi-ish (if i had the chance.. i would, but I'm married, so i won't have the chance.. so. hm. yes, bi-ish will do)
Remember when you thought I was spending the night at stephi's? I was soooo not at stephi's....
And that pumpkin concert in LA you said I couldn't go to.. well I did!

AHAHAHAHHAH!!

HAHA!
yeeesssssss.......

i'm so bored.

mom, please get off netphoria. go back to ebay and spend money that we don't have on shit we don't need.

my dad reads my livejournal and i don't care.

Mami, estoy negativo en el banco y necesito que me pongas dinero manana ok? I love you. Adios.

Originally posted by sp_aced
Mami, estoy negativo en el banco y necesito que me pongas dinero manana ok? I love you. Adios. Mom I have a negative balance in my bank account and I need you to give me money tomorrow, ok?

Originally posted by miss world
mom, please get off netphoria. go back to ebay and spend money that we don't have on shit we don't need.

<3 <3 <3

Tyler would be proud

Originally posted by KingJeremy
Mom I have a negative balance in my bank account and I need you to give me money tomorrow, ok?

http://dining.binghamton.edu/announcing%20the%20cookie.png

Yay I got a cookie!

Ammy ^ is why I miss you!!

You all know what I'd put here.

But now I'm too paranoid to even just type it out. heh heh.

dad, i've smoked pot and cigarettes various times, but you probably don't care hahaha.

mom, you probably don't care either, hahaha.


you both know that you've done it before too, and i don't care.



whoo, yay for not caring.


oh yeah, and get off netphoria.

<font color=33FFFF> dear mum and dad,

since ebay is the only site you know how to browse, and you type email addresses into browsers, I'm really worried

Love Gav
xoxox</font>

Originally posted by strange_one
<font color=33FFFF> dear mum and dad,

since ebay is the only site you know how to browse, and you type email addresses into browsers, I'm really worried

Love Gav
xoxox</font>

mine do that too

Dear Dad,
Since you also type email addresses into browsers, and you only know how to find guitar websites and probably porn sites that you have to pay for, the light just went out in the shitter and I took care of it because I am a big girl.

Love,
Desi
xoxo


Dear Mom,
This is the internet. :(

Love, Desi

xoxo

Dear Dad,

You have to double-click on the "e" icon first. Yes, you can access search pages no matter what company you buy your internet service from.

Love Paul

Dear Mom,

THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT MY FRIENDS.

Dear Dad,

SEND ME MONEY, BITCH.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I don't post here. Whenever I'm talking about Netphoria, I'm talking about <a href=http://goatse.cx>netphoria.com</a>. So please, just disregard this post and any of the people here. Thank you.

these are times that i am glad my parents mainly use AOL and can hardly e-mail

mom , i had 6 shots of tequlia this night and a girl i´m met in the nightclub gave me a blowjob in my car when i gave her a ride home

Dear Mom, I hate you more than any person I have ever known. Thank you for fucking me up. Without physical or sexual abuse, I don't think you could have done better. I hope you seek counseling, and end your affairs or whatever the fuck you are doing behind dads back and you realize what he has done for you and just how fucked up it is what you are doing to him.

Dear Dad, I love you and think you kick ass. A shitty father, yes, but a pretty cool guy. And no, I am not over you being such a wimp about playing baseball with me, or never taking any interest in anything I was into.

I would also like to say that you are a monumental pussy for putting up with Mom's shit and taking her side in an argument cause you know she'd cut you off.

So, long story short:
Mom, FOaD
Dad, go get laid or something. You need a new perspective.

It helps me get through the day knowing I'll be a better parent than you.

Mom, I think I am addicted to this website. Send help fast.

Originally posted by The Gaddrow
Dear Mom, I hate you more than any person I have ever known. Thank you for fucking me up. Without physical or sexual abuse, I don't think you could have done better. I hope you seek counseling, and end your affairs or whatever the fuck you are doing behind dads back and you realize what he has done for you and just how fucked up it is what you are doing to him.

Dear Dad, I love you and think you kick ass. A shitty father, yes, but a pretty cool guy. And no, I am not over you being such a wimp about playing baseball with me, or never taking any interest in anything I was into.

I would also like to say that you are a monumental pussy for putting up with Mom's shit and taking her side in an argument cause you know she'd cut you off.

So, long story short:
Mom, FOaD
Dad, go get laid or something. You need a new perspective.

It helps me get through the day knowing I'll be a better parent than you.

That's not good....

Dear Mom and Dad,

I drink a lot.
I smoke marijuana occasionally.
I never wear my seatbelt.
I watch porn.
I smoke cigarettes sometimes.
I have sex whenever fuckin' possible.
I don't want a job.
Both of your significant others really get on my damn nerves.

Dear Mom,

I wish that you had the time for me to sit down and talk to you about all the things that I've done in my life, good and bad. I wish that you had the time to listen to me and let me tell you how much I fucking appreciate you. You could quite possibly be reading this right now, but I trust that you have the respect not to snoop. But if you are reading this:

I got pregnant when Paul and I started dating, I had an abortion and I took 3 days off of Summer School to do it, that's why I got on birth control in the first place.

The day I ran away when I was 15? I was having a bad acid trip, just like you used to when you were a teenager.

I didn't lose my virginity when I was 16 at that party, I lost it when I was 13 to John, 7 months after we started dating.

I smoke, I feel guilty for it and I've tried quitting, but I've been smoking for almost 6 years.

I'm bisexual.

I had a relationship with a guy almost twice my age.

I've done more drugs than you can probably think of, but I learned from it.

I lied to you a lot, I was hardly ever at a friend's house when I told you I was.

You should be proud of me though, I never lie to you anymore, with the exception of me smoking (which I am incredibly surprised you haven't found out by now) I tell you everything.

Love,
Stacy


Edit: Oh yeah and just in case...

Dear Dad,

I've never truly forgiven you for trying to kill yourself and I blame you for never getting to see Josh and Shannon, for losing my own brother and sister. You totally forgot about Josh because he was "so different". Of course he's different, Dad, you haven't seen your son since he was 7, now he's 19 and he's different? He's grown, and you never thought to ask me if I wanted my brother back in my life. I miss Shannon more than you can possibly know, I always thought I would get a hold of her somehow and tell her everything about my life, and I could play the flute for her. She always tried to teach me how to play but I never could. I told her I'd learn. I've never forgiven you for saying those things about Grandma before she died. It's almost as if you wished her dead. I hate you for that. You could never be the same father you were when I was younger, especially now that I know everything you do. You can live life looking through your rosed coloured glasses but you will never be my father again. I love you as a friend who cares about me a great deal, but you can never erase the things you've done.

Love,
Stacy

Dear parents,

I know you can't surf netphoria, and i know that you don't speak a single word of English. So I suggest you learn, and then come back here.

Marco.

Originally posted by Human Replica Droid
I never wear my seatbelt.

:noway:

dear mom,
I never understood why you were never around when i was youger until now. I learned to do alot in our house without prescence, chef to firefighter. I'm on probation now and i still smoke weed now and then, it's miracle i haven't failed a drug test yet. And i'm sure your curious how i got all that money with no job too, well I sold drugs plus i stole alot of things. And that time i told you about the car being searched by police, the cops didn't find anything because Matt ate the joint and Sara crotched the bag, and the only reason they searched us to begin with is because matt blew smoke in their faces. I drank That bottle of hot damn of yours when i was thirteen then broke it and told you it fell off the shelve. Now i drink regularly, Vodka, Jagermeister, Rum and lots of beer, I'm yet to drive drunk yet though. Also I lied when i said i was starting to get used to it out here in the suburbs, i still feel like im in a different planet. Also when you got married again for the second time, you just introduced more fucking problems into my life, and your life too. Sure we have more money, However now we have to share with people who hate me and we all end up spending the money on tylenol. Ohh and when I was around seven and the cops came to Aunt cindy's house asking if she had seen anyone around the hood of the cadilliac it was because i stole the hood ornament, it sparked my obsession with crime when the cops questioned her and my adrenaline started pumping.

Dear Dad,
I still don't know why it is you left me and mom alone when i was born, and a week after my mother was raped too. My mom had to get a job and work all the time, so in reality you've basicly taken both parents from me. The weekend visitations were really nothing but hassle, I would come to your house and play video games well you asked me questions that i ignored. I never understood why you always took my mom to court, it was a pain in the ass and one of the biggest thorns in my side throughout my childhood. Do you remember the day that I sprained my arm and you came to my house and pushed around my mom? or how about the time that you punched me six times in the back of the head cuz i was crying too loud and then denied it ever happen five minutes later? Or when i was older and you hit your wife at the time and then tried to act like it was cool to do around me? I used to go to Elementary School and just randomly kick the shit out of people bully style, and now i know why i was doing that too. All the bullshit i learned from you made me crazy.

In short thank you both for making my younger life as ugly as you could have, by constantly trying to play me against the other one. I really only learned to slightly look down on you both. Somehow i still love you both though, even though you two are prolly the two most responsible for fucking up my life.

Dear Mom-

I'm not a virgin. But don't worry, I'm pretty sure God won't send me to hell. Just in case, I promise I'll go to confession ASAP.

Love,
Your only daugher, who spent years trying to be perfect for you


Dear Dad-

Remember me? I'm your daughter. No really...you have a daughter. Its been months since we spoke. Perhaps you should call me and yell at me about how much of your money I spend, even though I haven't spent any of your money/you haven't spent any of your money on me in a few years. Oh well. I guess knowing that mom calls me everyday is enough for you.

Later,
The girl that lived in your house for several years

damn, everyone seems to hate their parents

dear mom and dad-
i hope you don't know how to use netphoria. I'm glad you want me to go to college. I'm glad you're pushing me so hard to go to the college you went to. thank you for hounding me everyday to get into the college you went to. I don't know why you don't take interest in anything i do, or the college i wantn to go to. i dont know why you didnt help me with my application to the college i want to go to adn tell everyone that i'm not getting in. i dont know why you don't respond when i talk about things I'm interested in. I don't know why you only respond when it has to do with the college you want me to go to, or the class you want me to take, or thing activity you think I should do. I don't know why you leave the room whenever I say something that has to do with my sexuality. I'm sorry that I'm gay. I don't know why you always flake on me when I want to do something with yuo and you just write me a check instead and tell me to do it by myself. thanks for buying me my car. thanks for buying me my clothes. thanks for paying for everything. i know your checkbook really loves me.

-tessa

Dear Mom and Dad:

- i'm the one who drew in crayon all over the wall when i was 7 and blamed it on my brother

oh man. reading this thread made me tear up. :( :noway:

Originally posted by Smiley33
oh man. reading this thread made me tear up. :( :noway:

I thought this was gonna be all lighthearted and stuff.

Not so.

dear mom,

thanks for loving me and always giving me everything i needed and wanted.
thanks for raising me in such an overprotective environment, thus making me nervous and afraid of many things in the world outside our home.
thanks for passing on your habits of eating disorders, all the world needed was another girl with weight and body issues.
thanks for showing me how ugly a person can be when they are explosive and have a short temper...so i can learn never to be like that
thanks for having a hard time letting go and for wanting to know what goes in my personal life

dear dad,
thanks for loving me and being such a great dad, and for helping me with all my math classes thru out school
thanks for being so quiet at times, that you never share anything with me
thanks for being more prudent than my mom, and for understanding me a bit better at times


i love you both

-your daughter

yeah, this is a bit deeper than I expected. Let it all out my little netphorians

Dear Dad :
you see that little X in the top right corner? click on it ...

thanks.

Julian

<font color="aquamarine">Dear mom:

Thank you for overprotecting me, overrestricting what I do in life and warping my mind, thereby turning me into a mama's boy unable to stand on his own two feet and make decisions about life. Thank you for making everything I do look terrible. Thank you for trying to dedicate my life to paranoia and fear of the unknown. Thank you for bashing the internet despite never being on it ever and the fact that you've gotten all of your stem-cell 'research' from biased Christian websites. Thank you for treating me like I'm 13. Thank you for doing everything in your power to prevent me from meeting or calling people in person that I first knew online. And thank you for trying to convince me that the only people worth my time in life go to your church's youth group.

Dear Dad:

Thank you for teaching me that you're always right. Thank you for proving that arrogance and pretention are the two attitudes in life that will get you farther than anything your wildest dreams could imagine. Thank you for teaching me that there are only two ways of doing things in life: Your way or the wrong way. Thank you for refusing to help me get my driver's license. Thank you for grumbling each and every time after you fulfill an obligation as a father, despite the fact that you were spoiled rotten as a child and young adult. And most of all, thank you for turning our household into even more of a matriarchal dictatorship by giving full power of attorney to mom.

Oh, and thank you for putting a roof over my head and giving me a bed to crash in at night. There's gotta be a positive somewhere.

Love, Steve.</font>

Dear Mom,

Thank you for refusing to give up on me. Thank you for the unspoken understanding of what I should do for myself. Thank you for at least pretending to believe in my dreams, even if you'd really rather see me as a child therapist or a teacher.

And mom, go do something for yourself. You've had enough family stress brought on by your own father/mother and their shortcomings. Stand up to my brother, too. I know I was and still am a strong willed person, but he's ridiculous. He bullies you into caving in and you need to show him who wears the pants in the family.

Thank you, lastly, for being concerned with my drug use. I know we see it in a completely different light and I'm glad you care. At the same time, I'm glad that you've accepted that I have a different point of view on the use of marijuana and other substances occasionally.

<3
Jeanne

Originally posted by Reine Noir
Dear Mom,

Thank you for refusing to give up on me. Thank you for the unspoken understanding of what I should do for myself. Thank you for at least pretending to believe in my dreams, even if you'd really rather see me as a child therapist or a teacher.

And mom, go do something for yourself. You've had enough family stress brought on by your own father/mother and their shortcomings. Stand up to my brother, too. I know I was and still am a strong willed person, but he's ridiculous. He bullies you into caving in and you need to show him who wears the pants in the family.

Thank you, lastly, for being concerned with my drug use. I know we see it in a completely different light and I'm glad you care. At the same time, I'm glad that you've accepted that I have a different point of view on the use of marijuana and other substances occasionally.

<3
Jeanne

:love:

Dear Mom,

You are probably the most kindhearted person I have ever known. You have a heart of gold and make a wonderful, nurturing mother and nurse. However, much of your life, you have lived on another planet entirely. Instead of dealing with an often harsh reality, you lived in a dream world, where everything could live up to your ideals. You often sacrificed yourself and your own well-being because you believed that all people were good- despite their vices, regardless of whether they've wronged you or your children. Because of this, you have no enemies; but honestly, sometimes I wish you did. I wish you would have had enough of a mean streak in you and, more importantly, enough self respect to not put up with an abusive husband. You always believed he would stop hitting you. Even after you had three of his children, and he started hitting not only his stepdaughter, but his own children...for things like spilling milk, or just because. God, he hit you when you were 9 months pregnant (at which point you were still working to support him). Why did that not set off a mental alarm? Sometimes I wonder if he still does, or if you work twelve hour shifts just to be able to avoid your reality at home. I'll never know, because I don't believe you will ever come out of that protective shell that you have built around yourself for so long. Just to hide from the harshness of reality. Just to pretend that life wasn't as horrible as it seemed. You never realised that it didn't have to be that way. and now, you will never spend a day at home without that pit in your stomach that eats away at you because your husband will explode over something as stupid as spilled milk, or your older son will visciously bully your younger son and daughter because that's how he's seen his mother treated all his life. I don't know how you do it, but you have an amazing denial ability if you can't see what's going on. From the outside, it's a horror show. I didn't realise how sad it really was until I moved away from you in 1999, a day in November that is both the happiest and saddest day I have ever known. But I don't think you will ever taste that freedom. Not because I don't believe in you, but because I know you.

I will never understand you, but to some degree, I always have. People in our family have told me that my younger siblings see me as somewhat of a mother figure. I guess it's because I spent the latter part of my childhood consoling them while you were at work. I have often felt like your mother, too. Regardless, I cannot thank you enough for giving me life, taking care of me, nurturing me and teaching me about all of the beauty in the world. I just wish you were able to see the ugliness, too. I hope you know how much I love you, and how much I wish I knew you.

Love,
Désirée

this was supposedt o be a "confessions to my parents" thing... not a "hi mom and dad, here are all the things i've never told you that i think about you.."


bah. :p

Originally posted by Reine Noir
Dear Mom,

Thank you for refusing to give up on me. Thank you for the unspoken understanding of what I should do for myself. Thank you for at least pretending to believe in my dreams, even if you'd really rather see me as a child therapist or a teacher.

And mom, go do something for yourself. You've had enough family stress brought on by your own father/mother and their shortcomings. Stand up to my brother, too. I know I was and still am a strong willed person, but he's ridiculous. He bullies you into caving in and you need to show him who wears the pants in the family.

Thank you, lastly, for being concerned with my drug use. I know we see it in a completely different light and I'm glad you care. At the same time, I'm glad that you've accepted that I have a different point of view on the use of marijuana and other substances occasionally.

<3
Jeanne

Originally posted by Smiley33
Dear Mom,

You are probably the most kindhearted person I have ever known. You have a heart of gold and make a wonderful, nurturing mother and nurse. However, much of your life, you have lived on another planet entirely. Instead of dealing with an often harsh reality, you lived in a dream world, where everything could live up to your ideals. You often sacrificed yourself and your own well-being because you believed that all people were good- despite their vices, regardless of whether they've wronged you or your children. Because of this, you have no enemies; but honestly, sometimes I wish you did. I wish you would have had enough of a mean streak in you and, more importantly, enough self respect to not put up with an abusive husband. You always believed he would stop hitting you. Even after you had three of his children, and he started hitting not only his stepdaughter, but his own children...for things like spilling milk, or just because. God, he hit you when you were 9 months pregnant (at which point you were still working to support him). Why did that not set off a mental alarm? Sometimes I wonder if he still does, or if you work twelve hour shifts just to be able to avoid your reality at home. I'll never know, because I don't believe you will ever come out of that protective shell that you have built around yourself for so long. Just to hide from the harshness of reality. Just to pretend that life wasn't as horrible as it seemed. You never realised that it didn't have to be that way. and now, you will never spend a day at home without that pit in your stomach that eats away at you because your husband will explode over something as stupid as spilled milk, or your older son will visciously bully your younger son and daughter because that's how he's seen his mother treated all his life. I don't know how you do it, but you have an amazing denial ability if you can't see what's going on. From the outside, it's a horror show. I didn't realise how sad it really was until I moved away from you in 1999, a day in November that is both the happiest and saddest day I have ever known. But I don't think you will ever taste that freedom. Not because I don't believe in you, but because I know you.

I will never understand you, but to some degree, I always have. People in our family have told me that my younger siblings see me as somewhat of a mother figure. I guess it's because I spent the latter part of my childhood consoling them while you were at work. I have often felt like your mother, too. Regardless, I cannot thank you enough for giving me life, taking care of me, nurturing me and teaching me about all of the beauty in the world. I just wish you were able to see the ugliness, too. I hope you know how much I love you, and how much I wish I knew you.

Love,
Désirée

:cry: :( :( :( :( :cry:

:)

<font color="aquamarine">Oh, BTW, when I got home from getting my check from work, I found my mother crying at her drawing table. Just another victim of my dad's arrogance and high opinion of himself.</font>

for real, this time.

dear carol,

you're a good mom. and for that, i want to thank you. you haven't fucked me up too bad so far. granted, i still have at least five years to go in your house and you could still do alot of damage, but i have faith in you, as long as you don't die or leave or something. i'm terrified that you're going to go away. if you're late and the phone rings, i'm always sure it to tell me that you were in a car acciden or something. i could not handle it if you left. you're one of my best friends, you treat me like an actual human being. i like that you have started to take a stand against me, even though i won't ever admit it again. you're learning not to be such a doormat. and i can't wait until you bitch peysar out. thats going to be grand. :D thank you for allowing dad to stay with us, even though alissa doesnt' like him.

<3, red

dear randy,

hello. you've never used the internet in your life. you won't be reading this. i'll continue, anyway. you've fucked up before. badly. remember the day you passed out drunk in the driveway with the car still running so that the neighbours called the cops and i came to the house to find police cars and an ambulence? yeah. that scared me really fucking bad. i hate the fact that you go to the casino everyday. i hate that you do drugs, even if its only weed. you're a grown fucking man with no job. i know your back limits what you can do, but for christs sake. and stop taking minnie to the casino with you and leaving her in the car for hours when its freezing cold. fucking inhumane. with all that out, i still love you. i've forgiven you for losing $33,000 in one year due to your compulsive gambling. i don't mind that you live with us, like alissa does. you're not around much, but when you are i like it. i've forgiven you for ignoring me for the first six months of my life because i wasn't a boy, too.

<3 stefanie.

Originally posted by miss world
for real, this time.

dear carol,

you're a good mom. and for that, i want to thank you. you haven't fucked me up too bad so far. granted, i still have at least five years to go in your house and you could still do alot of damage, but i have faith in you, as long as you don't die or leave or something. i'm terrified that you're going to go away. if you're late and the phone rings, i'm always sure it to tell me that you were in a car acciden or something. i could not handle it if you left. you're one of my best friends, you treat me like an actual human being. i like that you have started to take a stand against me, even though i won't ever admit it again. you're learning not to be such a doormat. and i can't wait until you bitch peysar out. thats going to be grand. :D thank you for allowing dad to stay with us, even though alissa doesnt' like him.

<3, red

dear randy,

hello. you've never used the internet in your life. you won't be reading this. i'll continue, anyway. you've fucked up before. badly. remember the day you passed out drunk in the driveway with the car still running so that the neighbours called the cops and i came to the house to find police cars and an ambulence? yeah. that scared me really fucking bad. i hate the fact that you go to the casino everyday. i hate that you do drugs, even if its only weed. you're a grown fucking man with no job. i know your back limits what you can do, but for christs sake. and stop taking minnie to the casino with you and leaving her in the car for hours when its freezing cold. fucking inhumane. with all that out, i still love you. i've forgiven you for losing $33,000 in one year due to your compulsive gambling. i don't mind that you live with us, like alissa does. you're not around much, but when you are i like it. i've forgiven you for ignoring me for the first six months of my life because i wasn't a boy, too.

<3 stefanie.

:( :( :(

That's scary b/c it's so close to mine :erm :(

Originally posted by Ammy
this was supposedt o be a "confessions to my parents" thing... not a "hi mom and dad, here are all the things i've never told you that i think about you.."


bah. :p
LOL my mom knows i have sex, she knows i do drugs occasionally...she knows i blew all of my money on concerts my freshman year of college...damn...i just can't lie to my mom...

Originally posted by Victor_Mancini


:( :( :(

That's scary b/c it's so close to mine :erm :(

why has everyone had a fucked childhood?

You guys should print those out and give them to your parents.

I wrote my parents letters giving them thanks for everything they did for me.

This has got to be the most juvenile thread I've seen posted in a while, and it's by an old bitch. Seriously, you people are a bunch of whiney titty babies.

Dear Confused Children of Netphoria:

Welcome to real life. I see you have figured out that nobody is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. Also many of you are starting to associate specific self defeating behaviors with specific feelings and further finding the root of the feelings and blaming your parents. Please do not stop striving to be a better person no matter what anybody has done.

You know the difference between right and wrong. This is obvious because you are willing to delegate blame for your failures. Do not use any one specific event as an excuse to throw your life away. Like it or not everyone is charged with a higher responsibility. Each person must decide what is best and act accordingly. If no one did this you would not be living so comfortable that you could afford to sit on your ass all day and cry about your parents on message boards. Do something with the gifts you were given. If you dont have any gifts find them.

Dont give up. Dont get caught up in the rhetoric of elitist fucktwats used to manipulate "the common folk" This only serves the will of the establishment. By believing that you are wounded you become wounded. By believing you are powerless against irrational feelings you become powerless. Stand up and take part in the world around you. Change it as you see fit. Take some chances. Step outside of the box. And most importantly dont freek out and quit if you fail.

You almost had me until that last paragraph KARL MARX. Good try though, but your rhetoric spilled out at the last minute. Dang, better luck next time Karl.

aww daddy, you're so grown up, i'd think you'd know what privacy is, and perhapse how to cheat on your wife and NOT GET COUGHT.


too bad his dad isn't really here.. oh well.


oh, and old bitch? i'm 20 you fuck.

Originally posted by John's REAL Dad
Dear Confused Children of Netphoria:

Welcome to real life. I see you have figured out that nobody is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. Also many of you are starting to associate specific self defeating behaviors with specific feelings and further finding the root of the feelings and blaming your parents. Please do not stop striving to be a better person no matter what anybody has done.

You know the difference between right and wrong. This is obvious because you are willing to delegate blame for your failures. Do not use any one specific event as an excuse to throw your life away. Like it or not everyone is charged with a higher responsibility. Each person must decide what is best and act accordingly. If no one did this you would not be living so comfortable that you could afford to sit on your ass all day and cry about your parents on message boards. Do something with the gifts you were given. If you dont have any gifts find them.

Dont give up. Dont get caught up in the rhetoric of elitist fucktwats used to manipulate "the common folk" This only serves the will of the establishment. By believing that you are wounded you become wounded. By believing you are powerless against irrational feelings you become powerless. Stand up and take part in the world around you. Change it as you see fit. Take some chances. Step outside of the box. And most importantly dont freek out and quit if you fail.

<font color="aquamarine">So apparently practical, yet hopelessly black-and-white.</font>

Old enough for you to not be fucking whining with this shit. Grow up, you're a bad example.

Originally posted by Crippler


<font color="aquamarine">So apparently practical, yet hopelessly black-and-white.</font> Yeah! Some of us have WWF Sunday Night Heat. Good try loser.

it was a fucking joke post, you dipshit. anyway, it seems a few people actually used it to say stuff they wanted to say.

Originally posted by Best Looking Boy
Yeah! Some of us have WWF Sunday Night Heat. Good try loser.

:think: :confused:

Originally posted by Ammy
it was a fucking joke post, you dipshit. anyway, it seems a few people actually used it to say stuff they wanted to say. Sure, but all their stuff came off as whiney bullshit.

Originally posted by John's REAL Dad
Dear Confused Children of Netphoria:

Welcome to real life. I see you have figured out that nobody is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. Also many of you are starting to associate specific self defeating behaviors with specific feelings and further finding the root of the feelings and blaming your parents. Please do not stop striving to be a better person no matter what anybody has done.

You know the difference between right and wrong. This is obvious because you are willing to delegate blame for your failures. Do not use any one specific event as an excuse to throw your life away. Like it or not everyone is charged with a higher responsibility. Each person must decide what is best and act accordingly. If no one did this you would not be living so comfortable that you could afford to sit on your ass all day and cry about your parents on message boards. Do something with the gifts you were given. If you dont have any gifts find them.

Dont give up. Dont get caught up in the rhetoric of elitist fucktwats used to manipulate "the common folk" This only serves the will of the establishment. By believing that you are wounded you become wounded. By believing you are powerless against irrational feelings you become powerless. Stand up and take part in the world around you. Change it as you see fit. Take some chances. Step outside of the box. And most importantly dont freek out and quit if you fail.

yes it did. but was i doing it? no, so why rip on me, huh? why? :(

what a pathetic display of teenage angst.

Originally posted by Ammy
yes it did. but was i doing it? no, so why rip on me, huh? why? :( I don't know, fun?

kay! :)

Originally posted by Best Looking Boy
You almost had me until that last paragraph KARL MARX. Good try though, but your rhetoric spilled out at the last minute. Dang, better luck next time Karl.

The last paragraph was my attempt to steer people away from the political correct, psychoanalitical trap. Which I believe is being tought to tame the masses...we might disagree on that but you can't argue with the fact that psychoanalysis has become an excuse and not a solution.

Examples:
"I would like to try that but I can't, I have a learning disablity"

"I have to act out I have ADD!"

See what I mean? So very few people need actual mental rehabilitation. Shrinks only caught on because rich people needed someone to tell them nothing wrong as they greedily sucked everything away from anyone they could. And yes I have gone to "therapists" All they ever do is ask about what I'm doing then give me any pill of my choice. Its a waste. I did better buying braces to fix my teeth and learning how to play the guitar.

I'm already a commie, you don't need to convince me comrade.

I'm not a communist.

Marxist, whatever. I know they aren't the same, but I'm the closest thing you'll find to a brother in modern times.

Mr. ****** (fake),

You are truly providing great information to the youth here.

Thanks kiddo.

dear mom,
thank you for the strict upbringing. i feel you did your job as a parent the best way you knew how to. some of your ideas and stuff you taught me though, were pretty stupid, but we've talked about that.
thank you for teaching me to have faith. i can only hope that, if i ever get married, i can do what you did.
i don't thank you, however, for the times you have put me down and let it slip that i failed in life. i know you may not mean it or whatever, but i'll always remember the way i felt when you said i had failed you. but i still love you

dear dad,
thank you for knowing the difference between overlooking the petty shit we did that mom was a total nazi about and knowing when to put your foot down.
thank you for parenting even when you didn't think it was necessarily the right way.
thank you for loving mom and us enough to quit drugs and drinking teh booze. it's okay that you smoke, even though 3 out of your 4 kids do now.
thank you for just being an all around kick ass dad, letting me flip the radio stations to my shit every once in a while.
thank you for being able to act goofy with me, while teaching me life lessons.
thank you for letting me work with you when i was too young or too lazy to get a different job; thanks for paying me more than i was worth.
thank you for lending me money and letting me pay it bck "when i have the chance, no rush."
thank you for the constant encouragement throughout my out-of-the-house years that helped me from killing myself. YOU SAVED MY LIFE.
thank you for being married 25+ years and setting an example that even though you guys were wild and out there that you still found your true love.

p.s. led zeppelin does rule.


oh, my god, this is the first time netphoria has made me tear up.

bwahaa. hey mom, hey dad... thank you for being so anti-internet... heck... i should go and tell them myself...

Dear Mom & Dad,

We'll never see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. You guys aren't perfect parents and I'm not a perfect son, and we have had our share of fights and we will continue to have them. But since perfect parents (and perfect kids) don't exist, I will say this for the both of you: I couldn't really ask for better parents. I love you both more than you could ever imagine.

-Chris

P.S. I really am being honest when I say I don't drink until I pass out. I swear.

Originally posted by sawdust restaurants
Dear Mom & Dad,

We'll never see eye-to-eye on a lot of things. You guys aren't perfect parents and I'm not a perfect son, and we have had our share of fights and we will continue to have them. But since perfect parents (and perfect kids) don't exist, I will say this for the both of you: I couldn't really ask for better parents. I love you both more than you could ever imagine.

-Chris

P.S. I really am being honest when I say I don't drink until I pass out. I swear.

<font color="CC33CC">Ditto on this one. I was retardly immature about my parents for a while, but I think I've finally grown up enough to appreciate them fully.

And I'd rather pass out than puke violently, which is indicative of how sensitive my tummy is.</font>

Originally posted by killtheyouth
my cliche detector is blaring. please don't post any more drivel like that, mr. troll.

What cliche?

mom- there is nothing these people know that you don't. i'm horribly honest with you to avoid times like these where you can catch me and be surprised. there is only one major thing in my life that you are unaware of. I was raped. I'm not giving you anymore details than that. It was when we were living at Allison.

dad- you were a fucking asshole for blowing your head off when you had a twelve year old daughter to worry about. you have made my life so much harder because i never had a dad to call and look to for advice. I never had a dad to give me insight on anything. I hate you for that. I have so many unanswered questions I'd love to ask you. Why you did the things you did, why you abused me, why you were the way you were. You could have fixed things and I am so close to hating you for all of it. I miss you.

dear parents of netphorians:

sorry your kids are a bunch of sissyfags. you've got that niggling feeling in the back of your head but I'll say it out loud for you: your kids are going to grow up to be total losers, they're going to live with you until theyre 45 and most of them really won't amount to more than gas jockeys and departmnent store greeters.

the good news is that you can hire me out cheaply to kick your kids asses. god fucking knows they need it.

Oh lord the drivel doesn't stop coming...

dear mom and dad,

you know what i do. i 'll talk to you later. peace.

mom-thanks for trying to force your way of life on me and make me into what you are. thanks for not listening to half of what i say and passing judgement on me for god knows what reason. on a positive note, seriously thank you for pushing me to do my best at everything and not get caught in my own apathy. there's stuff i can't and never will tell you, because it would be for the worse... i doubt we'll ever be as close as we once were, but i really do respect you and your desicions, regardless of how fucked up they might seem to me now.
dad-no thanks for not being there when i needed you and refusing to talk about serious things with me until just recently. thanks for letting me down so many fucking times. but on the other hand, thank you for being so accepting of whatever choices i make, and for being so fucking cool. thanks for paying for everything and spoiling me rotten and making me laugh.
thanks to both my parents for making me the fucking messenger in their hatred for each other and making me feel like i'm dealing with two children as opposed to two rational adults. this however, did make me mature beyond my years, but in that it forced me to grow up WAY too fast, and i'll never forgive you for that.
thank you for this post, netphoria. i needed it.

Dear Mom and Dad.

Thanks for doing your jobs and being parents. I know I'm not close at all with you Dad, but what was required, you did. You worked hard to support your family and that's all I could really ask for. Mom, thank you so much for being one of the best moms in the world.

Whatever issues we can have we won't because I know what you two have done is more important than having "issues". Thank you for raising me and my sibs. Thanks for the food and the housing and the caring. I can't fathom I'd want to raise five children and work so much just to support us.. eep.

Mom and Dad, you've done your jobs, congrats! *throws confetti your way*


I know you two won't see this since you don't use the internet nor know much of it at all. Saying "message board" to you Mom comes with a 5 minute explanation to what it is, and if it's 5 mins with you, then it's 6 months w/ Pop, so, grab some of that telepathy and feel my lurve. Or, I suppose I could just tell you guys...