I didn't mean for you to find those comments about your mother. We were going through a hard time as you were such a difficult child. When she found you molesting the cat it was pretty much the last straw. I think her leaving was definitely what prompted you to start mutilating animals. Despite all the help, you were stuck in a loop. One psychiatrist suggested you were a lost cause but I felt I had to persevere.

The introduction of videogames seemed to help. You were distracted enough to leave the animals alone but then you became so isolated and introverted, hiding behind a gamepad or keyboard. At first I thought it was a blessing in disguise; it certainly saved me having to hide all the mutilated carcasses and clean all the carpets. Then the I realised how much you were playing with yourself. I'd walk into your room to find you naked, sat on a plastic figurine gyrating, hands fast at work while you watched cartoons or played a first-person shooter.

You had no shame. Even when your mother tried to reach out to you, you were too busy. Times when she would get lucky enough to start a conversation, you would immediately drift off into diatribe and avoid any of her questions, calling her childish and using deflection because you didn't understand.

We'd go through your school books (before you got expelled for writing your name in your own faeces on the side of the gym) and you would be insistent on arguing. You couldn't grasp that 2 + 2 equalled 4 and just kept mumbling under your breath something about, no one cares, its a problem you've invented, don't try and find a solution, we're not smart enough.

I'm sorry if you think your stupidity has been passed down from me. I know my job at NASA isn't considered cool by the kids these days but it does require some intelligence. I did once suggest that space exploration was just picking a problem and desperately trying to find symptoms that apply to it but I quickly hushed my tone when I saw I was channeling the you in me.

I found this truly disturbing. Your insidious behaviour, somehow, had wormed a part of itself into me, your step-father. That was when I realised I had to leave too. All the money spent on plastic figurines, videogames, tissues and all the time, my time, wasted. It wasn't helping. You weren't helping yourself.

I'm glad you've found some role models now, even if they aren't the best humanity has to offer. Trump has made it be President and Weinstein runs a pretty successful business, so I guess that's something. Twitch and Reddit seem to help; at least you're interacting with people. Be careful with how you comment though as your insulting tone and childish, rambling nonsense can sometimes bring people down to your level.

Here's a thought. Have you tried to record yourself playing videogames and posting them on youtube? I've heard that's a good way for lonely people to make friends. Who knows, you might even get a subscriber.

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Thanks, it's been fun. I'm waiting on a delayed flight so I thought this would be a good way to waste time. Fire one back and then I'm done. I appreciate you introducing me to the world of shitposting and trolling but I can't see myself becoming part of the gang. Hope it all works out for you and that you're not such a massive spunk binned thunder cunt in real life.