So, I couldn't think of another way to get a message to GC other than posting something on here. And while a lot of you will probably find this pathetic... who cares. Anyways, here it is :
Good Charlotte, your music doesn't mean much to me anymore. Now, before everyone starts the hate-on, let me explain why. When I first started listening to GC, the main reason I liked them was because they sang about their father leaving. Since my father left when I was REALLY little, I could relate to it. Their music helped me through more than I ever thought a song could. Every fathers day I would pathetically sit in my room and listen to a mix cd called, "Father's Day Mix." It had every song they've written about their father on it, from Emotionless to Christmas By The Phone. I would sit there listening to it, and cry. But a lot of times it was happy tears because their music made me realize that someone else was going through it to. It wasn't just my father who thought I wasn't good enough and left. Anyways, to the point.. I found my father. About two weeks ago. When I called him, I was expecting him to hang up on me, yell at me.. I was expecting the worst. I wasn't expecting his reaction though. He was really nice. He felt horrible about everything. And even though a simple apology isn't going to fix anything.. the fact that he WANTS to fix things with me means the world. Anyways, after I talked to him, I was filled with so many different emotions so I decided to listen to GC. I listened to Emotionless, and the song felt so empty. So I listened to a couple other songs that used to mean so much to me. All empty. It's not that I don't like GC anymore, because I really do. They're still my favorite band. But I'm so incredibly happy that their songs hold no meaning for me anymore. So basically what I'm saying is.. Thank you. Thank you for getting me through everything I couldn't get through on my own in the passed few years. And thank you for having meaningless songs. Lol.
That's the end of my incredibly sappy message.
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-Jonny.