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No. 167202
hey.
I had an idea today.
sometimes, there are people I think about and wanna thank and acknowledge, but I can't do it out loud because anxious or nervous. i know I'm not alone here, so here I go; gonna write a letter to my younger sister she's never gonna read.
>>dear kiddo,
>>thanks for all the generous things you do for me, for mom, for all your friends, and for our pets. the sheer amount of positivity and love you spread to the world without even knowing it will come back to you some day. the universe will reward you. you're destined to do such amazing, incredible things most of us will only dream about. use those talents wisely. don't forget, either, that I was and am still always here. my door might be closed but my ears are always open for you. I wish you would come to me for help, because you know I could offer you so much. you're going through things right now I dealt with a year or two ago and I know how you feel. I love you.
>>I know we haven't said it in years, despite being physically so close we haven't been companions in so long, but I do love you. don't forget it.
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that was pretty cathartic.
No. 167203
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dear fucker,
hopefully sometime in the near future, you'll stop being stuck in your current mindset. i honestly shouldnt be stalking your blog as much as i do, but that's only because i'm still somewhat attatched to you. you were the one mutual i had the most interaction with, back when i was like you. yet, at the same time, i hate you! you infuriate me, you're ugly, you are so hostile when someone presents you with differing opinions, worst of all you're shit at art.
but i really do hope you stop being a "bipolar, autistic droidkin genderfluid lesbian" someday. you also are very overreactive, plus when you vaguepost about me, its pretty funny. i seriously doubt you like me at all anymore, but just know that i'll hate you as well, but in a love/hate way.
hope you get to be lesbian in tenessee though! being in the south must be tough.
have a good life, filthy animal
xx
No. 167207
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>>167202Dear brother.
We've grown apart a lot, and I feel like it's my fault, and your fault and our parent's fault, but really, it doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you, and miss you nd it breaks my heart to know that you're miserable and suffering.
Oh sure, you put on a brave front, you make it seem like nothing bothers you. A girlfriend? Ha, you say, you don't even like women and they're a waste of time, but I know how sad you are that your friend has a wife and you can't even get a date. I know you desperately want to settle down.
I know you were angry at dad, but what you did when he died was unacceptable. How the fuck do you not see laughter is inappropriate? To say you don't care? You were closest to him, and as much of a tought guy you try to be, underneath you're crumbling and I know it.
You need to move out of mum's place and live. But then again who am I to preach? I hardly have my shit together. I guess I just want you to be happy, and dad would have wanted you to be happy. I hope you can visit his grave one day, and I hope you can see the rest of our family.
I hope that icy heart of yours thaws for X. she's your niece. she's only 6. how can you be so cold to her and mean? why the fuck would you shout at her for knocking on your door and asking to see your lizard? and then screeching 'no it's nit a toy?' what the fuck. You kept yourself locked inside your room the whole time her and XYZ came over.
I have that self centered narcissistic streak in me too, so I know what it's like, but you need to grow up so you can be happy. Or maybe you are grown up, but so much so that you've also grown a shell over yourself, to protect yourself from the cruel world.
Either way, stupid words blah blah. I love you brother, and I want you to be happy. Our family will never be the same again, not like it used to be, but that's ok if we learn to love those that are still with us.
This is not a war, we are not your enemies, and words are not the battlefiield. Yet every time I speak to you, I feel as if there's a hand choking back my words, like your hand once choked me as a child. I can't bring myself to tell you to improve, and how to, or what to do with your life, because it's not worth it. I know you want listen.
And maybe that's for the better.
No. 167208
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Dear Dad
I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for saying "I'd rather not" when you wanted to talk. I'm sorry for not somehow preventing your death. I'm sorry for being so stupid and immature.
I was only a stupid teen I keep telling myself, and I can only hope you understood this at the time. GX said you told him to give me a big bear hug from you when he sees me. Well, turns out he would see me at your funeral.
I'm sorry for not crying enough, or maybe that sounds wrong. It was so cold in the church, and all I could think about was that your coffin was right in front of me, and that your body felt so cold. You sure chose a chilly time to die.
I'm grateful for you giving me life, and don't blame yourself for not being around much when I was growing up. I now understand a bit more about this stuff, and I no longer blame you for these things. If anything I would have done the same in your circumstances. And you did your best.
Those outings to the flea market, your hunting stories, talking about "the green and red" political parties in the basement during winter in front of the furnace. That time we didn't have anything to eat so you took us fishing. That time you bought me a gameboy advance, that time you asked me to teach you english. I have so many good memories of you and I will treasure them.
I'm sorry that we couldn't make more memories. I guess we all think we have lots of time, then it turns out we're like the deer we used to hunt. I can't stop thinking about what it must have been like for X Y and Z. X had to break your ribs to try and resuscitate you, she slapped you on the face until you bruised. Your paramedic was the same as Ys paramedic from his car crash. What a coincidence eh? Z held you by the hand as you fell. "Grandpa has fallen daddy" I hope she only remembers good things. She loved you, loves you and will miss you dearly. She's clever for such a small child. Takes after you I guess.
I like to think that baby deer I found, tried to save and buried with Y after your funeral was you, that you wanted me to stroke your cheek for the last time, so that I could say goodbye. Wait for me, I know you're patient, one day perhaps we can make more memories.
Thank you.
No. 167209
Dear "buddy pal,"
You make me incredibly, absurdly happy, you truly do. You're the reason why I'm sleep deprive half the time, because I want to stay up with you (and when I do try to be responsible and go to bed at a reasonable time, it's hard to resist you when you're begging so cutely for me to stay). We haven't done anything particularly romantic…I don't know if we ever will. Maybe you only consider me a close friend, and only ever will. Any time I've skirted a conversation concerning a relationship, you seem to side step it, and I can't tell if it's from discomfort, disinterest, or shyness. Even though we flirt now and then.
I guess even if you aren't interested in me romantically, I'm fine with that. Because I cherish the time we spend together, how much you make me laugh, the nice things you say. I wouldn't trade it for anything, and I hope you stay in my life, at least as a friend.
No. 167210
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>>167202Dear Asshead~,
I am not fat and I should dump your stupid ass for pulling that shit. My body may not be like a model's and it is not muscular, but at least I'm fucking working on it-especially healthily! I've been working hard and have lost so much weight and you know it! I may be skinny fat, but I think I look good so fuck you. I should get my body "perfect" and dump your loser ass. You can go back to your subpar cheating ex-girlfriends then, you dick! Eat shit because I'm never letting you eat my pussy again!
Sincerely,
Fatass Mcmuffintop ♡
No. 167213
Dear guy I met on 4chan,
I feel very conflicted about you.
On one hand, you are entitled, childish, lazy, lying, fuckboy that treats the people who care the most about you like shit. For someone who uses 'gay' as a slur so much, why do you value your male friends so much more than your mother and the women who love you? How are you 24, never had a job, never lived on your own, do not have a car, barely attended college… yet not be retarded? You are a complete failure at life. For someone who acts so superior online, you are literally one of the biggest fuck-ups I have ever met.
Yet, you are really cute, charming, and have a great sense of style. We have the exact same sense of humor.
Why do you have to be such a fuck-up, such a fuck boy?
Your father's untimely death has really fucked you up. Please rise above this. Make him proud.
Sincerely,
Me
No. 167216
Dear mother
i used to really love you. whenever people at boarding school talked about their awful parents again, i would only mention father. i would always say "at least my mother loves me". just this year i realized our relationship is nothing of a mother and a daughter. you treat me the same way you treat those friends from work who you don't really like. so distant. when was the last time we hugged? when have you ever comforted me? whenever i see other families interact i feel so hollow inside. i have come to terms with the way father treated me, but it shocks me that the thought of hugging you is so disgusting to me. i don't even know why, but it hurts. whenever i tried to come to you with my problems, you shamed me for them, ignored it or abused it. remember when you promised to beat me if i come out as gay? i really want to tell you that, i want you to hit me. at least it would get us closer again, even if it is not in a healthy way. i want you to look at me in anger, instead of this cold stare you usually give me. i hate talking to you. it makes me cry, and when i cry you shout that i do it for attention and give me this cold stare again. at least father had the excuse of being drunk when he is rude to me, you don't even have that. your reason is only hatred. i just wish your lack of love or affection wouldn't hurt me so much. i hope this doesn't sound too whiny…. sorry
Sincerely, Anon
No. 167217
dear you,
you'll probably see this even though you shouldn't be browsing my sekrit gurls club imageboard. so don't read any further if you think this might pertain to you.
i'm so grateful i met you. i'm not kidding when i say it's eerie how similar we are. i feel like we operate on the same level which is why you can understand all of my fuck ups. but you are the good parts of me, not the bad parts. you are the part of me which is completely free.
there is nothing about you that i do not love. i can't explain this to you so i don't even try. nevertheless, you are worth every minute of hell i walked through to get where i am now. i would do it all over again if it meant meeting you. when you look at me, it's like all questions of the why of everything are answered almost instantly.
you are the first person i've cared for. i know that sounds silly considering i've had family, i've had an ex. but it is true, you are the person i've caught myself caring for. i catch myself wanting to make your life as easy and pleasant as possible, i catch myself wanting to make you as happy as you deserve to be. i've never felt like that around anyone else.
No. 167219
dear mom,
why are you like this? why do you feel the need to hurt me, abuse me, torment me, then get drunk and forget about what happened that day? it is an endless cycle, and you don't even fucking remember it.
but i do, and i have the scars and marks to prove it.
is your life really so shitty that it makes you get drunk, even before it's 5 pm?
frankly, you have it easy. you don't have to work to support us kids, because that is dad's job. you don't have anything to do, other than occasionally grocery shop and pick me up from activities. even then though, people have always done more than their fair share of raising us when you weren't there to. my grandmother knows my entire week, while you don't even know what sports i am currently doing.
dad has treated, pampered, and loved your sorry ass for far too long, all while busting his fucking back to make us not have to worry about having clothes, having food in the pantry, or having to worry about paying rent.
please get your life in shape. i don't want to have my kids ask about you, and me telling them how i never knew a good side of you, and that the only thing i remembered was you for many days and nights screaming and hitting me, and then drowning your 'pain' in vodka.
please mom. i am begging you. i just want your old self back, and i know there was a different you, somewhere and sometime ago.
sincerely,
your sad, hopeless daughter.
No. 167220
Dear P,
I never really realize that what you did to me and your sister was so wrong until recently. I used to look up to you, I thought you were cool, I even had a crush on you when we were really little. You made me think that I had to tolerate your abuse in order to be friends with your sister.
I did, and it ruined my childhood. I can't be touched anymore after remembering what you did to me. I'm going through the motions of sex with the man I love because I don't feel pleasure after realizing that you raped me, over and over, when I was so little. You did it for years and you did it to your sister too. I hate you so much. You made me think that it was normal for friends' teenage brothers to molest their kid sisters' friends. You made me open myself up to friends' brothers, fathers, family members like I had to open myself to you because I thought that was how it's supposed to be.
You're a fucking monster and if I didn't want to bring your sister back into the inevitably worse shit you did to her, I would have your pedophile ass thrown in jail. I hope you die someday soon so that you never hurt another young girl.
sincerely,
the little girl you molested for 7 years
No. 167221
To my long lost stonerboy with the ocean blue eyes and that sweet, loving smile,
It's been 5 years since that night when I first met you. 5 years since you smiled at me, held my hand, hugged me tight, sat next to me. In those 5 years a lot has happened for me. I had corrective surgery, my acne cleared up, I learned how to style my hair and wear makeup and dress like a cute girl rather than a butch lesbian wearing her older brother's hand me downs. I learned how to relax and talk to people and make eye contact, how to have conversations and go out and do things with people without being afraid. I even had a couple boyfriends between then and now… But they didn't work out.
Because they weren't you.
And I cry sometimes because it's been 3 years since I heard anything about you from anyone. And none of it was good. I understand the hippie pot smoker skater lifestyle, and I'm fine with all that. But the last I heard you burned out, fucking chemicals and rave junkie type shit. And the worst part is the guy who told me all that wasn't exactly reliable- everybody knew you two hated each other, so who knows if it's all bullshit or not? Although I want to believe it's not true.
I tried to find you more than a few times. Unfortunately when my brother died I lost contact with most of his friends so I didn't have anyone to ask, and it's hard as fuck to find people who don't have Facebook or any social media. I loved that about you, you didn't even own a computer or a smartphone. You were my dream hippieboy.
I got so close. I ran into that guy who told me you were a burnout at the mall and he said he thought you lived in a particular neighborhood but he wasn't sure where. I drove around it so many times looking for you. I saw you once, riding your bike along the highway. I almost caused an accident, you caught me so off guard. By the time I could take the next exit and turn around I couldn't find you anymore. I spent 3 hours driving up and down that fucking highway…
I moved away last year. To another country, in fact. I thought it would help, but I think it's worse now. I went from having the odd dream about you a few times a year to dreaming about you almost every night. I got asked out on a date by a guy who should be perfect for me, but… I'm just not interested. And I can't even tell him why because it's all so stupid and crazy and I know I need to let you go but I can't. I think when this semester is over I'm going to move back home and at least give it one last real attempt to find you. I can take a year off and work/save up money to transfer to a better school while I do it. But I have to know. I need the closure. Because not having it is killing me.
No. 167223
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Dear A,
I'm waiting for you. I know you're waiting too. Everything we went through together sucked, but you stuck through it with me somehow. I know I'm really difficult, whiny, bitchy, scared, but you accepted it, even when I pushed you away. When I lost my job and was scared, you said exactly what I needed. You said you believed in me. You really saw me. So now I can stay strong, and push through, and smile with you in the end. I love you!
-A
No. 167224
>>167202-
You ruined my life when I was at my weakest, when I had just got out of the most terrible crisis of my life. You destroyed me. I have been suicidal since then, because it isn't something I could erase
No. 167227
Dear D,
You love me and that's incredible to me. If I were to go back in time and tell myself I'd meet someone as cool as you who genuinely loved and cared about me, I wouldn't believe it. And the last thing I want is to lie to you, because I love you so much. But I did lie. You told me you didn't want us to keep secrets, and I swear I won't lie to you about our relationship, but there are things that happened in my past, in my early childhood, that I've spent years burying, and there is just no use digging them up now. If I told you, I know you'd be angry. You'd be out for blood. You could never look at my parents the same way. You would try to uproot my life, and maybe uproot yours in the process if it meant I would be safe. But I am safe. I can take care of myself, and I have been, and that's why I'm not going to tell you about my past just yet. Maybe, years from now, if we're still together, and everyone involved has died…maybe I'll tell you then. And you'll cry and ask me why I never told you and I won't be able to speak, so I'll dig this letter up and maybe you'll understand, and maybe you'll leave me. That's why I don't think I'll tell you. Because I don't want to feel like our relationship is leading up to that point. I will build our future on the truth and leave the past where it belongs. I love you, D.
- me
No. 167229
>>167226Aw, what'd they lie about?
6 years? Hope they're an adult.
No. 167231
>>167223You
I trusted you and told you things as a friend you just told other people everything even though you pretended to be a really good person
I hate you and you ruined my life.
I hope you never find happiness and I'm so happy to hear about all the shit and pain you're going through
No. 167232
Dear _____:
I consider none of you valid additions to the human species. You are vile, ugly, wrinkled old sacks of fleshy garbage. None of you can do your makeup, two of you had witch chin, your nipple was inverted, only one of you even had an ass, and all of you are going to age prematurely from the sheer amount of stress you cause yourself and others on a daily basis. You will never, ever earn my heart you all crave so neurotically deeply. I've watched all of you play your own individual brand of bullshit mind games, and I have beat you every time. The smartest move is to never reveal your true intelligence. The 'cute, boyish adorable obliviousness' I adopted to avoid your toxicity and trojan horse attempts at 'friendship' only speak of your own flaws. The time you have spent grappling over your own unrequited love for me is time you wasted bettering your self and living your life.
For you, who have all dealt with obnoxious 'men' hitting on you 30 times a day and masquerading as "nice guys", to tell me how I owe any of you anything because I've stuck my dick in you is the purest hypocrisy. A man's heart and his cock operate on two very different levels, and throwing yourself at my penis to try to win my heart is not only stupid, it's lying. Lying. Lying to someone by telling them you are mature and capable of having casual sex, have no romantic feelings, are not interested in dating or trying to win someone over and keeping things discrete all the while pretending to be someone's very close and important friend only to do just what you've promised, sworn, and told me, time and time again you wouldn't. In just 8 short years from now you will never be able to get away with your repugnant lack of morality, doublespeak and inability to form platonic relationships. You will grow to be externally as you are internally, a sad, second rate shell of your former self.
Maturity comes with age, whether you like it or not. Call me when it does, I forgive you.
>>167213I feel very sorry for you farmer
No. 167240
>>167239Also samefag but it was based a tiny bit on truth; I was molested when I was ~5 and it had long-term effects on me. No one knows about it and I don't know if I'd ever tell anyone. I mean, unless I get ~~~
triggered~~~ during sex or something, it really isn't a big deal and should just stay in the past.
No. 167241
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dear nice chubby buddhist man with kind wife and smol spoopy weaboo daughter, you guys are some of the coolest people i've ever had the pleasure of encountering at my silly job. i love you guys very much, i wish to have a family like yours one day where everybody is so loving and sweet and goofy chill and weird. i am sorry you are sick and i pray lots that you get better because you all are very kind and deserve to be happy.
No. 167260
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Hey Romy,
I bet you will never find this, but if you do…
You were the best friend I had in school, and I still think of you fondly and often. Im sorry for being a flakey slut, but I'll always be there for you if you ever need.
No. 167263
Dear H,
I'm scared. From now, things will be the same as they've been before. Self-loathing, hiding and crying. Why am I such a wreck? I have it all but feel horrible. I'm such a ungrateful brat. I have nothing to offer, no talents and no friends nor family. Besides you, I have no one I trust. I hate myself so much that I'd wish I could disappear already, how come you don't mind me? How come you stay by my side? That someone makes me even more suspicious because I feel like your just doing your job or simply do it out of pity. I like you so much, yet I feel like a terrible person just using the extremely kind-hearted person you are. You are my teacher and role-model. I know that know I'm back again, you'll be gone too. It's over, I'm at the other half of the world. The only reason I could survive the last year was because I knew I could see you again, even if just was for a day. I feel so stupid for liking you this much, you have already experienced so much and you really were just being nice. You have your own life and you are really independent. I'm just another person. But to me you meant the world. I know how ridiculous that is. I'm really losing myself. I really don't care much for me. To me, I don't matter. But now I have to get back to reality.
You're truly the best.
No. 167267
Dear B,
It would be a lie to say I don't think about you anymore. Mostly I wonder what we could have been. However those thought don't go very far. As soon as I fall into the fantasy, I quickly snap out of it, remembering how much I hated the life style I lived when I was with you. Don't get me wrong. It wasn't all bad. The first year or so was great, care free, dare I say happy. I had my own problems and although you didn't really understand psychological problems, you were at least proud of me for who I was. We were a team. But when did you stop being proud of me? What happened? Suddenly so much was wrong. I was overweight. I wasn't working hard enough. I wasn't compassionate enough to your siblings nor respectful enough to your parents. I didn't clean the kitchen, mop the floor, do the laundry. When did that become solely my job? I thought we were a team.
I only held on because you promised me so much. You promised if we worked hard we could do this. We would be a team and travel the world. You said you would bring me with you. But you didn't.
In the three months you left me, I was able to see that I could do this on my own. There was nothing wrong with me. I don't need you anymore, no matter how much you think I do. You couldn't imagine my life without you, meanwhile I was dreaming wildly of my escape. I finally got away and though the scars haven't healed, I am learning to love myself in a way you never loved me. I will love me for me, not for who I might be. I will never again let someone control me the way you did. In that case, no I will never forget you. But I will use the memory of you to remind myself what kind of people to watch out for in the future. Goodbye big B