I've been thinking about you these past few months, and guess what? I'm not mad anymore. I forgive you for everything. Absolutely everything. Now I see that if you hadn't tortured me relentlessly, I wouldn't be as strong as I am today. If you hadn't made me hate myself so much, I would've never been motivated to work endlessly to better myself. If you hadn't made me feel stupid, I would've never gotten to the point where I can laugh at how stupid everything that comes out of your mouth is. If you hadn't made me feel so useless, I wouldn't be so great at everything. If you hadn't overshadowed me, I never would've started college when I was fourteen, or gotten published at twelve, or created things your banal, vapid little mind couldn' even comprehend. If you hadn't ripped me open, I wouldn't be able to stand through everything I have so far. If you weren't you, I wouldn't be me, and he wouldn't love me. So thank you for setting me on the path toward happiness. Thank you for making me as fucking great as I am. Thank you for sending me soaring miles above your oddly tiny head, and getting me to the point where I don't even want to shit on you. All I'll do is smile, wave, and give you the pity you always deserved.

(...i can't express emotions without using drawings. ;_; )