Mysterious Insanities Of A Twisted Mind

-4-

“Daddy?”

Yeah son?

“Why is your arms all lumpy and purple?”

Son, I have a secret. I can change colors, like a chameleon. One time, I changed for so long that now a part of me is always stuck like that.

“Hehe, you’re silly Daddy. I love you.”

I love you too munchkin.

-5-

“Hey Daddy? Why do you have lines and stuff on your arms?”

Well kiddo, once, a very long time ago, I was a wrestler. And I was pinned so hard one time, that the lines on the ground came off onto my arms forever.

“Wow, did you win though?!?”

Of course little buddy. No one can take me down.

-10-

“Hey dad? What happened to your arms?”

Well, bud, I was camping, before you were born, and a huge bear attacked. I fought it off, but he got me good.

“Wow dad, you’re so strong!”

I try to be, son.

-13-

“Hey dad, why do you have so many scars on your arms?”

Well son. When I was young, I was a trouble maker. I got into many fights, ad a lot of those fights had knives in them. I got hurt a lot.

“That’s scary dad, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

Me too son. I love you.

-16-

……… Hey son?

“Hey”

Do you mind if we have a talk?

“Sure, I guess”

Hey kid, I noticed your arms. What’s up with that?

“I don’t know, I just did it. I’m sorry. But I can’t explain and I don’t think you would understand.”

Actually son, I would understand more than most. You see, those scars of yours look an awful lot like mine.

“But I thought you were a trouble maker.”

I was. But the biggest fights I had were with myself. And I never fought off a bear. I was no wrestler. And unfortunately, all my big lumpy chameleon stripes are never going away because of me.

You see, I hurt myself badly. And wen you started asking about the scars, I was afraid that you would be scared of me, hate me, or even get ideas. I didn’t want you to look at me any different than you did when you were so little.

It seems that unfortunately, you inherited a couple of problems from me, and I should have been better at being there for you.

I wish you would have come talk to me. And I hope that’s what you’ll do in the future. Just know that I’ve been where you’re at, and I love you, and I understand. So please come and talk to me.

“I love you too dad.”

-12 years later, the son had a kid who is now 3-

“Daddy?”

Yeah baby girl?

“Why are your arms funny?”

About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this: