Sweetie, I'll do that. My daughter's in her 20s. I'll tell her that if she starts posting paranoid psychotic ramblings on internet message boards to please talk to me. I will find her professional help. And a truckload of Zoloft.

Right now, I'm thinking that the luckiest man on the earth is your ex-husband. Because, sweetie, you're a total whack job.

There's a very good chance that you're just a phony spoofing the board. You get your kicks out of sucking in gullible people with well intentioned advice. If that's the case, you're a total whack job. Find professional help. And a truckload full of Zoloft.

In summary, whether you're real or fake, you're a total whack job. Get professional help. And a truckload of Zoloft.



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