HAYABUSA-FMW-
Mar 13, 2006, 05:15 PM
Oh yeah, violence.
Huge history here with that word and me in any association. From me, against me, towards me.
Well I now can remember the last time violence was used against me in a fit of rage, yesterday. But I can't remember the last time I used violence on someone in a fit of rage.
It doesn't feel good to learn you're the punching bag for the two men in your life, and family even, that you're supposed to look up to. The role models. The ones showing me how I'm supposed to end up.
Is it that surprising I did what I did to these material objects when you kept pushing me, constantly, needlessly, endlessly to no end? I can always pick up these things, fix a broken item, replace it. These things aren't priceless. Some of them were even my things.
You can't take back what you did or fix it with money when you use violence. People are irreplacable.
Thanks for not saying sorry or showing any sort of guilt towards your actions. I feel twice as much guilt now. My guilt over my actions and yours.
I'm not like you two and don't wish to be, so why not accept me for what I am since you can't take away my relation to you?
Apparently its not enough to take your verbal insults day in day out. Not enough to say directly to my face that I'm failing school(which I am not, and you'll never know since you never asked). Not enough to put me down time and time again while putting yourself on a pedestal above me.
You have to use your violence to show me and put me in my place too.
When I sparred in karate tournaments under rules and supervision I hurt people. I hurt whoever they out in front of me. Male, female, lower rank, higher rank, whatever. That never felt good. Penalties, near disqualification, a bad reputation, branded as using excessive force, leaving bruises and marks on the opponent.
I gave that up. That wasn't right. I really felt the karma from those years later on. So I don't associate with your using violence to solve any problem.
The last time I attempted what you guys did to me, I tried to knock some sense into my younger bro who was growing drugs at home. I got in trouble for that. So yeah, that shows that I can't be like you two, and even when I try it doesn't work. I'm to blame for trying to use this stupid violence to solve something.
Crying sucks too. Not being able to take your crap without breaking down. Without blaming myself, without having ridiculous hindsight kick in with terrible thoughts of thinking I'm the problem and its better off if I was blah blah blah.
Don't ever look to have me trust you again, help you in any way, loan you money, let you use my material things, say nice things to you, cheer you on, help you when you're down.
You two showed me you don't deserve it from me. You'll put me down over anything and everything, so why even respect you?
Huge history here with that word and me in any association. From me, against me, towards me.
Well I now can remember the last time violence was used against me in a fit of rage, yesterday. But I can't remember the last time I used violence on someone in a fit of rage.
It doesn't feel good to learn you're the punching bag for the two men in your life, and family even, that you're supposed to look up to. The role models. The ones showing me how I'm supposed to end up.
Is it that surprising I did what I did to these material objects when you kept pushing me, constantly, needlessly, endlessly to no end? I can always pick up these things, fix a broken item, replace it. These things aren't priceless. Some of them were even my things.
You can't take back what you did or fix it with money when you use violence. People are irreplacable.
Thanks for not saying sorry or showing any sort of guilt towards your actions. I feel twice as much guilt now. My guilt over my actions and yours.
I'm not like you two and don't wish to be, so why not accept me for what I am since you can't take away my relation to you?
Apparently its not enough to take your verbal insults day in day out. Not enough to say directly to my face that I'm failing school(which I am not, and you'll never know since you never asked). Not enough to put me down time and time again while putting yourself on a pedestal above me.
You have to use your violence to show me and put me in my place too.
When I sparred in karate tournaments under rules and supervision I hurt people. I hurt whoever they out in front of me. Male, female, lower rank, higher rank, whatever. That never felt good. Penalties, near disqualification, a bad reputation, branded as using excessive force, leaving bruises and marks on the opponent.
I gave that up. That wasn't right. I really felt the karma from those years later on. So I don't associate with your using violence to solve any problem.
The last time I attempted what you guys did to me, I tried to knock some sense into my younger bro who was growing drugs at home. I got in trouble for that. So yeah, that shows that I can't be like you two, and even when I try it doesn't work. I'm to blame for trying to use this stupid violence to solve something.
Crying sucks too. Not being able to take your crap without breaking down. Without blaming myself, without having ridiculous hindsight kick in with terrible thoughts of thinking I'm the problem and its better off if I was blah blah blah.
Don't ever look to have me trust you again, help you in any way, loan you money, let you use my material things, say nice things to you, cheer you on, help you when you're down.
You two showed me you don't deserve it from me. You'll put me down over anything and everything, so why even respect you?