I don't know whether it is appropriate or not for me to post this letter on MR. If it isn't then please delete this thread. I did not write this for the mac community - I wrote it for myself. The story - My mom left for Houston a couple days ago, which leaves me, my sister, and my father at home to fend for ourselves. My father is strongly against my computer oriented life style. He woke me up at 12:00 the morning after my mom left, much to my dismay. I had gone to bed only 6 hours before then. My dad made me stack wood and fill in holes with dirt. I hate labor like that. I don't mind working hard - but I do mind stacking ****ing wood. Let me make a brochure for the family business or some **** like that.... My dad and I don't get along - we don't NOT get along either though. I am a momma's boy. My mom is the only one in my family who understands me (well, my oldest sister understands me too but she is in college and has nothing to do with my story). I have a 'computer curfew' of ~12:00. But it is only as late as my parents are staying up. I am ****ing sick of going to bed at 12:00... So I snuck down to the computer and was on till 6:00 this morning. 3 hours later my dad wakes me up trying to get me to ****ing swim. 1st off - I don't like to swim. I don't NOT like to swim, but there is no way I'm going swimming at 9 in the frickin' morning. My sister is also persistant at me going swimming - she is saying how I don't exercise enough, how I never go outside, etc, etc, etc. That is kind of detailed in the letter. I was saying 'no' very firmly. I am a very stubborn person - and I was not gunna budge. Everyone in my family is stubborn though and so my dad and my sister just yelled at me and annoyed me while I tried to continue sleeping. I have to deal with my family's crap about me and the amount of time I spend on the computer all the time. You can only imagine how annoyed I was... I was trying to fall back asleep while my sister was trying to wrestle me out of my bed (she was shoving me off with her feet. Her dirty feet all over my just showered body. There are a million other little things like that which helped get me to this point of anger and depression) while my dad threatened me. My dad got to the point where he said I would have 2 hours of labor outside if I didn't go swimming. I just plain WILL NOT put up with immaturity from my parents like that. I told him that I thought that him taking a bullyish stance was very childish and I don't think he got mad because he knew that I was right. I could not fall asleep or deal with my sister nagging me, her constant attempt to kick me off the bed, my dad's constant tug on the covers, and his threats and so I succumbed to her kicks and was allowed to be pushed off the bed. I ran downstairs and locked myself in the tv room to fall asleep on the couch. My dad was threatening again, but that isn't what got me out. I got out of the TV room because my grandfather was on the phone and today is his birthday. I wasn't really angry at this point. I was just annoyed to a point of anger. I was on the edge of a knife and I got tipped into anger when my dad started yelling out cuss words and storming out of the house blaming me for him being late to his haircut. He was keeping me from my sleep - I was not keeping him from his haircut. So then he left and I was explaining why I was so angry to my sister. I told he how if my dad gave me any crap when I got home I was going to run away. I obviously have nowhere to go, I was just (and am) planning to go across the street into the woods. It is about the safest place you could possibly go. We argued and argued, but I was beyond annoyance. She got pissed too and left to go to Barton Springs. I went to my bed and cried. I'm not ashamed to say it. I think suppression of one's emotions is immature. Crying is not childish. It does not make you weak. It is a healthy vent for your emotions. It was the first time I had cried in probably a year in a half. I've never really been a crier. But I was just so angry and so full of emotion that I was about to explode. I then proceeded to go downstairs to write a vent letter. It lacks proper grammar; thesis statements, ethos, pathos, and things which are supposed to be important to a letter; and it lacks a logical flow. I was just typing what was on my mind. And the last thing that was on my mind was tying going to instead of gunna (which I typed a lot in the letter). I have to put the letter in a seperate post because I have too many characters.