I think this is a great post idea!
I just got out of the military, and I'm going to college. All the friends that I left in this god forsaken state have stabbed me in the back, but despite knowing this my family thinks I should still hang out with them. Those bastards (my parents) wonder why I don't want to live in that god damn house and they ask me consently: why I had to move to a different city, why I couldn't go to school locally, But I pity them to much to out right say that I hate them. I mean, they have to live with the fact that their son graduated high school (they didn't), served his country (they wouldn't), and is going to college (they never will); and their daughter is probibly going to drop out of high school after her punk-ass boyfriend knocks her up then leaves her, and she'll probably never leave that town.
That whore of an ex that I spent five damn years with, then she gives me a "Dear John," call (Dear John, I've been fucking your friend for two monthes... I think we should see other people.). Does anyone here know what it's like to return an engagment ring? My best friend since second grade didn't invite me to his wedding, hell I didn't even know about it until a month later. Money is always an issue. I only have two people in the world that I can trust, and they both treat me like shit. School sucks because everyone in that college is a wet behind the ears punk that's going to school on Mommy and Daddy's dime and they haven't had to worry about dieing or getting shot or "If this damn vest is actually going to stop a bullet." I hate my family, I'm losing faith in humanity, and I hate layng awake at night in my big fucking bed alone, but I'm to much of a god damn coward to talk to any woman that I meet 'cause of all the shit I went through with that last damn one. I stopped smokeing, stopped drinking, and I'm getting fit so that I can at least look at a mirror with out feeling like shit. But wait, my time in the military has left me so damn paranoid, that I'm reaching for my gun when ever I hear a bump in the night and I'm reaching for my pocket knife whenever someone walks toward me, so being attractive to other people is that last thing I want, 'cause then they'll approach me.
-whoooot- damn I feel better, and that ain't even that half of it. Thanks for listening.