That Fucking Sonofabitch Pt 2

Dear Bastard,

I realized the error of my ways, oh little duckie. I've failed to acknowledge the limit of your understanding towards humanity. Oh how, lil' ol' me, did I neglect such obvious fact?

Simple-- I must be delusional.

I endulged myself in an overrated soap opera entitled "How to Love a Fuckface", directed by The Greatest Evil. I'm happy to inform you that you were, indeed, the protagonist of the said show, but sadly, if that was really the case, you were killed by the antagonist. Antagonist, being your overly-large ego.

If only it was a real show... I'd rate it flat -10/10.

At any case, fuckface, you are trying my patience. Not only that, you are also trying my universe-wide understanding of matters.

Let me take this opportunity to offer you a compensation: I'll forgive you if you can erradicate your insecurities and such like the Death Star of Star Wars.

Wishing bright days, with flowers and butterflies, to brighten up your gloomy days, especially after some heavy ass-whooping at nights,

-Evilness

That Fucking Sonofabitch

Dear Fuckface,

I am very much disappointed at you. Never had I been so shock in my entire life. Never had I heard from you any respect, and the respect I have for you are now gone.

In short, I hate you.

Hate is such a strong word, I know. But know that no words can express how much I abhor your very existence. I can even admit that I was a slave to passion for you, but now I am a slave to rage for you.

Still unclear for you? Well, let me explain. What you did was not nice. Actually, not nice is a very big understatement. You have neglected the fact that I am, with no doubt, have feelings akin to low mortals such as yourself. How can you, peasant, neglect such fact? Your feeble attempt to strike a joke was not even funny enough to wake the dogs. Your immature judgement (if you can call it such), and your utter lack of understanding means that you fail to understand humanity. I do wonder how.

It's a good time to tell you I'm happy to be here with you. Feels like hell. Actually, it is hell. I've got my own life full of hard work. I feel like a slave, or go pick yourself a hell-related cliche.

My personal favorite? Hope to see you there.

Now let's go back to why I am pissed at you. You see, your statement wasn't really that funny. I should tell you that you are very fortunate that I am not there, because I'll cut off your balls and feed it to you.

I'll write you, duckie, another post since you were such a big part of my life. Keyword being "were".

Have a good day. You'll need it soon.

-Your evil overlord

Daddy

Tonight, I received a text message from my mother saying that my father was rushed to the hospital. She said that a nerve in his head had popped.

I'm very sad right now. No, it's an understatement. I am not yet prepared to lose my dad. I've yet to make him see me walk on the pedestal when my graduation comes. I've yet to show him my family in the future. I've yet to show my kids their grandfather. I can't take it! I will not accept that event.

I will pray for his safety... and I don't know why. I must keep myself collected, but inside, I am sure that I am slowly feeling devastated. I feel very, very sad right now.

For my dad, I will try my best. I will pray for his safety, and I wish that you guys would help me cope up with this shocking revelation.

I... I can't type much. I.. I'm blacked out.