i’m 18 years old, from Argentina. I started to listen gc when i was 11 years old. My life sucks and i know it, when i was 5 my dad died for an overdose, he was on prision and he had aids. My mum was so fucking in love of him, that she didn’t care about it. she died 3 years latter than my father, she had cancer and the doctors couldn’t do anything. I was really mad and sad.
I started with Eating Disorder, i just didn’t wanted to eat. And the caos happend when my grandmother died, she was my second mum, the person that always was there for me. she couldn’t stand that my mum dead. In that moment I considered suicide, I self arm a lot of times. I wanted to give up. No one understood me, they thought that i was crazy. One day i was really depressive and i was cutting my arm and a song started to sound. Was “hold on”, and i started to cry and i really loved it. Since that moment i became on a big fan.
You guys helped me to through this, everything. After all this time like fan i finally got my gc tatto, i love it and it means a lot to me. And i really don’t care what people say about it, i love gc. You are more than just a band for me, you became on my family and my support
i don’t have the words for thank you all, everything’s better now. I just wanted to you know why I love gc. And please please come to Argentina, I really really need a show, a gc show. You’re the best and just thank you for read this. It means a lot to me.
ps: sorry for the bad english, i did my best.
ps 2: this is my tatto, the initials are from my parents and my grandmother.
ps 3: sorry for the long letter, i just need to say it.
Thank YOU. #GCFAM MAD LOVE For YOU
I hope we can come see you in Argentina some time soon.
Thank you for sharing this story and you life with US.
This is probably one of the strangest letters you will ever receive. I would like to tell you a little story, if I may.
Eight years ago, during my first year of college, there was this crazy girl in my dorm who claimed to know the Madden brothers from this band Good Charlotte. She had tons of pictures she ripped out of magazines hanging on her wall. She even claimed to have their phone numbers, but she only would talk to them online. Who wouldn’t think she was crazy? But, since my best friend, at the time, was her roomate, I ended up spending quite sometime with this crazy girl.
She would talk to the “Madden Brothers” at all hours of the night. I ended up getting sucked into the equation when she told her online friends about me. I was very skeptical of the situation, who wouldn’t be? But, since it was the time period where everyone and their brother had AOL instant messenger, I ended up chatting with Benji. We started IM’ing on a regular basis, drawing pictures for one another in MSpaint, staying awake til all hours of the night talking about the weirdest things. He made me laugh, and I have never felt more like myself when I was talking to him.
I grew to trust that he was who he said he was. It took some time. And it took Benji time to trust me as well. We chatted online for close to 6 years. There were bumps in the road. I got angry that our relationship was only online. We stopped talking a few times. Okay, more like 30 times. But we always made up, and went right back to being happy being ourselves with one another.
As time progressed, the trust grew, and finally I had his number. I talked to Benji on the phone almost every day. And if not every day, we texted. We were finally offline. But as time passed, I felt like it was time to meet. I was tired of being alone. He kept breaking promises to me. We would set something up to meet, but something else on his end always came up. Then, those “something elses” became lies.
Eventually, he just stopped talking to me. I would like to think it was to protect me from getting hurt by him again. It didn’t really work.
I loved him for 8 years. From that first night we drew pictures of fruit stands, and Hawaiian get-aways, until the day he deleted his email address. I still love him 3 months after he walked out. I still love him after all of the shit he put me through. He was, above all else, one of the best friends I have ever had. I could tell him anything, and he was there to help me through it, or laugh at me for doing it. And I loved him even more when he laughed.
I’ve been on a few dates since him. But no one compares to the way I felt just talking to him. I feel crazy for still loving someone I never met. He had some weird thing about being scared to meet me, which was a complete cop-out. I will never understand it. But I will always love him.
This is probably the most pointless story you have ever read. You probably aren’t even going to read this. And if you don’t it’s okay. I just don’t know who else to talk to. No one gets it, no one understands. I just want him back.
I lied, I just want him here.
(PS: I would like to talk. Email me.)
(pss: If you don’t know who I am at all, I apologize. I just needed to get this stuff off my chest, while respecting your privacy. I promise, as crazy as all of this sounds, it is a true story.)
(psss: happy late birthday :) )
I hope it isn’t embarrassing for you that i reply to this but DAMN mAn i feel bad for you! You got tricked by someone pretending to be me for 8 years?! That shit KRay!!!! i would chalk that whole experience up to YOUTH and let it go. who ever you were talking to was just entertaining themselves at your expense. BUMMER!! BUT good luck for the future! and thanx for being a fan! much love!!