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@richardbutdick
Hello.
My name is Richard ‘Dick’ Bakers. I was an American revolutionary in the 1770’s. Now I fight against The Blight. I mostly got this app for my son Ozzie (@sharpestshotinthewholeworld ). I will probably post mundane garden photos. I like ducks, and most other birds, as well as fishing. Fishing is great.
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I must be god’s favorite ragdoll.
You're my favorite dad!
I think I prefer that title better.
Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
HOW DO I DELETE THIS.
I’m sorry. Bad night, Ozzie. I just… have that sadness again. Go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning, I promise. I’ll always be there.
The sadness that doesn't go away?
Yea. That one. I’ll be okay. I always am. You know that.
Yeah... Because you're my first mate, and my first mate never gives up.
Never. I promise.
I’m sorry.
I am sorry :(
It is hard to keep going. I think that it is worth it, for my friends. I think about them when I feel especially bad.
Thanks, kind stranger. I’m trying, I think. For the people I love that are left.
I don't mean to intrude, and I apologize if I am, but I'd like to say a few words.
Now, I don't know you very well, but from all I've seen, you are kind, caring, supportive, and uplifting. You do so much for others, especially Ozzie, who I think really needs your support. But that doesn't mean it's a moral failing to struggle. I don't know what exactly you are dealing with, but I assure you, you don't need to be entirely okay and put together. You are not in the wrong because bad things happened to you.
I deeply apologize for everything you are going through, it cannot be easy. You have so much on your plate and still continue to be caring. That takes a lot of effort.
Thank you. Really. It’s hard, you know? But your concern is appreciated. Makes me feel a bit better I suppose.
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Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
HOW DO I DELETE THIS.
I’m sorry. Bad night, Ozzie. I just… have that sadness again. Go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning, I promise. I’ll always be there.
The sadness that doesn't go away?
Yea. That one. I’ll be okay. I always am. You know that.
I must be god’s favorite ragdoll.
Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
HOW DO I DELETE THIS.
I’m sorry. Bad night, Ozzie. I just… have that sadness again. Go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning, I promise. I’ll always be there.
God I’m sorry.
Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
HOW DO I DELETE THIS.
I’m sorry. Bad night, Ozzie. I just… have that sadness again. Go to bed. I’ll be there in the morning, I promise. I’ll always be there.
Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
HOW DO I DELETE THIS.
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Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
How do I delete this.
Why am I like this?
I ask this to myself everyday but I just don't know the answer. I am trying to improve. I thought I did improve. I was getting better, I really was. It had been almost a month. I was so close. I was getting better, I was less aggressive, so why did I have to ruin it the way I do? I always ruin it. This is bullshit. Why can’t I just fix myself, you know? Why can’t I just be normal and not feel like there’s a crushing weight on my chest? How am I supposed to be good father to Ozzie when I can’t even take care of myself? Of my babies. Of my wife. I just let them die. God I’m useless. What’s the point of anything if I always ruin it?! Maybe there is no point.
Does anyone see me? Like, Me. See me for me. My family sees Oswald, but I don't think they see Ozzie and I don't know how to fix that. It feels like no matter how much I put myself out there or put on dramatics, they still just look through me. I'm Ozzie! I like hunting and fishing and I'm really good a climbing trees! The best, if I had anything to say about it.
Mother asks me to hunt and dad expects me to hunt for money and food, and I do hunt for those reasons! But they treat me more like a money machine than a boy who enjoys the sport and genuinely wants to support his family. It makes me feel sad and ignored.
Not Dick though! He saw me as Ozzie right off the bat! He's actually impressed my my skills, and he even says good night to me before I go to bed every night! Isn't that cool!!! He looks me in the eye instead of the bridge of my nose. I like it, I think. Attention is nice.
But that doesn't fix my blood family. I go through so much effort for them, day and night, hour by hour, minute to minute, maybe even second to second if I'm daring enough to say it, slaving over hunting and selling, and sleeping on the floor so my sisters can have the bed, and being extra careful with the clothes I get so they don't have to stress over buying more. I hunt 60% of the venison they sell, I clean all the guns, I eat less so we can make more money, I do what they say when they say it, I make stupid jokes so they won't be upset that we didn't get to eat that day, I give my candles to my brothers so they can study at night and maybe get a more substantial job one day. What do I get from it?
A pat on the shoulder and half a second of a glace.
Is that really what I deserve?
After all this?
Everything?
No! I don't think so! I deserve more than a shrug or a dismissal. Dick taught me that.
...
But how do I get more if they ignore me so much all the time?
...
Wow. This... Sorry people of "tumblr"! I got a little carried away there for a second! Won't happen again! I need to go do something immature, I think Archie's adultness is getting to my head. Not that I'm not grown up! I'm very grown up! I just... I'm Ozzie.
Sorry. Bye.
Whatever, Ozzie. You always make such an uproar.
You. You are a horrible, wretched man. A sack of shit excuse for a human and an even worse excuse for a brother. You are, worthless, nothing, and small. Leave Ozzie alone and go rot in hell. Every breath you take is a waste. You will not be remembered, and if you do, it will not be with kindness. If we are to ever meet -you or your horrible parents- you will be dealt with with the fury of a revolutionary soldier. Lady death calls you, do not leave her waiting.
oh. Sorry Ozzie.
Language, Dick! Goodness! Don't make me start a swear jar!
I can start one. I’ll put in a quarter right now, yea?
Does anyone see me? Like, Me. See me for me. My family sees Oswald, but I don't think they see Ozzie and I don't know how to fix that. It feels like no matter how much I put myself out there or put on dramatics, they still just look through me. I'm Ozzie! I like hunting and fishing and I'm really good a climbing trees! The best, if I had anything to say about it.
Mother asks me to hunt and dad expects me to hunt for money and food, and I do hunt for those reasons! But they treat me more like a money machine than a boy who enjoys the sport and genuinely wants to support his family. It makes me feel sad and ignored.
Not Dick though! He saw me as Ozzie right off the bat! He's actually impressed my my skills, and he even says good night to me before I go to bed every night! Isn't that cool!!! He looks me in the eye instead of the bridge of my nose. I like it, I think. Attention is nice.
But that doesn't fix my blood family. I go through so much effort for them, day and night, hour by hour, minute to minute, maybe even second to second if I'm daring enough to say it, slaving over hunting and selling, and sleeping on the floor so my sisters can have the bed, and being extra careful with the clothes I get so they don't have to stress over buying more. I hunt 60% of the venison they sell, I clean all the guns, I eat less so we can make more money, I do what they say when they say it, I make stupid jokes so they won't be upset that we didn't get to eat that day, I give my candles to my brothers so they can study at night and maybe get a more substantial job one day. What do I get from it?
A pat on the shoulder and half a second of a glace.
Is that really what I deserve?
After all this?
Everything?
No! I don't think so! I deserve more than a shrug or a dismissal. Dick taught me that.
...
But how do I get more if they ignore me so much all the time?
...
Wow. This... Sorry people of "tumblr"! I got a little carried away there for a second! Won't happen again! I need to go do something immature, I think Archie's adultness is getting to my head. Not that I'm not grown up! I'm very grown up! I just... I'm Ozzie.
Sorry. Bye.
Whatever, Ozzie. You always make such an uproar.
You. You are a horrible, wretched man. A sack of shit excuse for a human and an even worse excuse for a brother. You are, worthless, nothing, and small. Leave Ozzie alone and go rot in hell. Every breath you take is a waste. You will not be remembered, and if you do, it will not be with kindness. If we are to ever meet -you or your horrible parents- you will be dealt with with the fury of a revolutionary soldier. Lady death calls you, do not leave her waiting.
oh. Sorry Ozzie.
Does anyone see me? Like, Me. See me for me. My family sees Oswald, but I don't think they see Ozzie and I don't know how to fix that. It feels like no matter how much I put myself out there or put on dramatics, they still just look through me. I'm Ozzie! I like hunting and fishing and I'm really good a climbing trees! The best, if I had anything to say about it.
Mother asks me to hunt and dad expects me to hunt for money and food, and I do hunt for those reasons! But they treat me more like a money machine than a boy who enjoys the sport and genuinely wants to support his family. It makes me feel sad and ignored.
Not Dick though! He saw me as Ozzie right off the bat! He's actually impressed my my skills, and he even says good night to me before I go to bed every night! Isn't that cool!!! He looks me in the eye instead of the bridge of my nose. I like it, I think. Attention is nice.
But that doesn't fix my blood family. I go through so much effort for them, day and night, hour by hour, minute to minute, maybe even second to second if I'm daring enough to say it, slaving over hunting and selling, and sleeping on the floor so my sisters can have the bed, and being extra careful with the clothes I get so they don't have to stress over buying more. I hunt 60% of the venison they sell, I clean all the guns, I eat less so we can make more money, I do what they say when they say it, I make stupid jokes so they won't be upset that we didn't get to eat that day, I give my candles to my brothers so they can study at night and maybe get a more substantial job one day. What do I get from it?
A pat on the shoulder and half a second of a glace.
Is that really what I deserve?
After all this?
Everything?
No! I don't think so! I deserve more than a shrug or a dismissal. Dick taught me that.
...
But how do I get more if they ignore me so much all the time?
...
Wow. This... Sorry people of "tumblr"! I got a little carried away there for a second! Won't happen again! I need to go do something immature, I think Archie's adultness is getting to my head. Not that I'm not grown up! I'm very grown up! I just... I'm Ozzie.
Sorry. Bye.
Whatever, Ozzie. You always make such an uproar.
Oh. Sorry, Archie.
Ozzie, do not let him talk to you like that. It is okay for you to be upset.
Real men don't get upset.
Yes they do, Ozzie. I get upset all the time, and I’m a real man yes? Real men cry. Anyone who says otherwise is filth doesn’t deserve the time of day.
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Does anyone see me? Like, Me. See me for me. My family sees Oswald, but I don't think they see Ozzie and I don't know how to fix that. It feels like no matter how much I put myself out there or put on dramatics, they still just look through me. I'm Ozzie! I like hunting and fishing and I'm really good a climbing trees! The best, if I had anything to say about it.
Mother asks me to hunt and dad expects me to hunt for money and food, and I do hunt for those reasons! But they treat me more like a money machine than a boy who enjoys the sport and genuinely wants to support his family. It makes me feel sad and ignored.
Not Dick though! He saw me as Ozzie right off the bat! He's actually impressed my my skills, and he even says good night to me before I go to bed every night! Isn't that cool!!! He looks me in the eye instead of the bridge of my nose. I like it, I think. Attention is nice.
But that doesn't fix my blood family. I go through so much effort for them, day and night, hour by hour, minute to minute, maybe even second to second if I'm daring enough to say it, slaving over hunting and selling, and sleeping on the floor so my sisters can have the bed, and being extra careful with the clothes I get so they don't have to stress over buying more. I hunt 60% of the venison they sell, I clean all the guns, I eat less so we can make more money, I do what they say when they say it, I make stupid jokes so they won't be upset that we didn't get to eat that day, I give my candles to my brothers so they can study at night and maybe get a more substantial job one day. What do I get from it?
A pat on the shoulder and half a second of a glace.
Is that really what I deserve?
After all this?
Everything?
No! I don't think so! I deserve more than a shrug or a dismissal. Dick taught me that.
...
But how do I get more if they ignore me so much all the time?
...
Wow. This... Sorry people of "tumblr"! I got a little carried away there for a second! Won't happen again! I need to go do something immature, I think Archie's adultness is getting to my head. Not that I'm not grown up! I'm very grown up! I just... I'm Ozzie.
Sorry. Bye.
Whatever, Ozzie. You always make such an uproar.
You. You are a horrible, wretched man. A sack of shit excuse for a human and an even worse excuse for a brother. You are, worthless, nothing, and small. Leave Ozzie alone and go rot in hell. Every breath you take is a waste. You will not be remembered, and if you do, it will not be with kindness. If we are to ever meet -you or your horrible parents- you will be dealt with with the fury of a revolutionary soldier. Lady death calls you, do not leave her waiting.
Does anyone see me? Like, Me. See me for me. My family sees Oswald, but I don't think they see Ozzie and I don't know how to fix that. It feels like no matter how much I put myself out there or put on dramatics, they still just look through me. I'm Ozzie! I like hunting and fishing and I'm really good a climbing trees! The best, if I had anything to say about it.
Mother asks me to hunt and dad expects me to hunt for money and food, and I do hunt for those reasons! But they treat me more like a money machine than a boy who enjoys the sport and genuinely wants to support his family. It makes me feel sad and ignored.
Not Dick though! He saw me as Ozzie right off the bat! He's actually impressed my my skills, and he even says good night to me before I go to bed every night! Isn't that cool!!! He looks me in the eye instead of the bridge of my nose. I like it, I think. Attention is nice.
But that doesn't fix my blood family. I go through so much effort for them, day and night, hour by hour, minute to minute, maybe even second to second if I'm daring enough to say it, slaving over hunting and selling, and sleeping on the floor so my sisters can have the bed, and being extra careful with the clothes I get so they don't have to stress over buying more. I hunt 60% of the venison they sell, I clean all the guns, I eat less so we can make more money, I do what they say when they say it, I make stupid jokes so they won't be upset that we didn't get to eat that day, I give my candles to my brothers so they can study at night and maybe get a more substantial job one day. What do I get from it?
A pat on the shoulder and half a second of a glace.
Is that really what I deserve?
After all this?
Everything?
No! I don't think so! I deserve more than a shrug or a dismissal. Dick taught me that.
...
But how do I get more if they ignore me so much all the time?
...
Wow. This... Sorry people of "tumblr"! I got a little carried away there for a second! Won't happen again! I need to go do something immature, I think Archie's adultness is getting to my head. Not that I'm not grown up! I'm very grown up! I just... I'm Ozzie.
Sorry. Bye.
Ozzie, I do not know you very well, so this may not help, but I will try. Blood family is a hard thing. They seem to have a plan set out for you already, and when you deviate from it in a way that doesn't benefit them, they get upset. You are working so hard, and they can't even seem to acknowledge you. They are ungrateful. You definitely deserve more.
Are they the kind of people you can talk to about this sort of thing? I imagine they are not, otherwise you would just do that. You could try talking, all the same. You should also try and prioritize yourself, because it sounds like your family will not.
The unfortunate news is...sometimes people can't change, even if you try your best, if you excel, they don't care. It would be wonderful if they would recognize your efforts, but...if they don't...you need to find people who will appreciate you. Because you definitely deserve it. I'm here if you'd ever like to talk.
OH! HI! COUNTESS OF WHAT COUNTRY?? RUSSIA?? COOL!! I GOT ROYALTY TO RESPOND SOMEHOW!!! I'M JUST AN AVERAGE GUY!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!! AAAHHHHH DIOS MIO!!!!!! THANK YOU MA'AM, I WILL DO THAT!!! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! WAIT I ALREADY SAID THANK YOU. THANK YOU!!
Of course. I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do. You're very kind. I was sorry to hear about your troubles. I've seen you on this platform and you've been nothing but nice. You deserve to be treated better. And my offer still stands, I'm here if you need to talk sometime in the future.
YES MA'AM!!!!!! DAD LOOK! CONTESS! ME! TALKING TO! GRAMMAR!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
I see. Thank you for being kind to my boy, countess.
