Vent. Write a cathartic letter. Get stuff off of your chest to feel better. Do your thing!

You never told me anything.

Hey riley, why'd you ever leave me, dont you like fucked up retards like me? You know i'm the only man for you, just come over again and we'll makeup and start again? Please?

patrick please leave me alone why are u even using r9k what the fuck lol

Why are you? I was here ahead of you. If you wanted to talk directly why didnt you say something?

woah, i never realised you use r9k, that's wild.
i don't want to talk to you directly but i saw the letter after it was archived and got spooked

Did Ameer/Amir ever get with Ari? I hope so

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e
you're driving me crazy. i love you and i think about you so often that you pretty much dominate my mind. it was so difficult not to pull you aside and kiss you, but if i went back now i probably would have.

When you find love dont ever screw it up. The pain is incomparable and no matter how hard you try, the feelings never fade. Eternally etched inside your bones. The mental anguish is replaced by cluster migraines followed by heartache and unshakable lethargia which turns into despair followed by madness and a fight for sanity.

Are you a shill trying to frame me as a muslim while trying to ship me with el goblino grande?

Dear N,
You're really cool and cute, and getting together on the weekends has been fun, but your vagina also smells like actual butthole and I don't know how much more I can take.

S,

What do I have to do to get you to love me? I am trying so hard, but I feel only like your way to idle time at work.

A

The Ari who is apparently so into you a couple letters threads ago, you like her too or something, people were asking if you got together

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You know how when you hear certain songs, the melody takes your mind back to a previous time in your life with which you associate that song? For me, a lot of songs take me back to the roe house, a horizontal concrete and sheet metal structure on the Eastern side of the Alaska General Seafoods camp in Naknek, Alaska. It's a room where I stood from 7am to almost 2am every day for three weeks straight, in addition to a couple slower weeks. The roe house was where the eggs from the salmon cannery were sorted, salted, and packaged. The eggs came in large baskets, dropped off by a forklift where they entered our assembly line. The eggs were dumped into large vats full of a brine intended to clean the eggs and kill any bacteria present. They were then placed on a conveyor belt, where a half dozen Japanese guys methodically sorted the egg sacs into six different grades. How they were able to do this was beyond me - the eggs all looked the same to me. Anyhow, the sorted piles of egg sacs were then placed onto a second pair of conveyor belts, where a handful of ladies would grab them and place them into their plastic packaging. Each layer of eggs got a heap of salt dumped on them before another layer was added. When the boxes were almost full, they were sent to a pair of tables where the "toppers" worked. The toppers were responsible for placing the final layer of eggs into the box, which was an intricate art form. The egg sacs were carefully lined up and woven together in an elegant manner. That way, customers would be treated to an appetizing presentation when they opened their boxes. Once a final thick layer of salt was dumped on top, the boxes then reached the end of the assembly line, where I was. My job was to stick plastic labels inside the boxes before I crammed lids onto them and then stacked them onto pallets that were organized by grade. It sounds simple enough, and it was really, but there were some things that I had to watch out for.

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For one, there were two different companies whose boxes we were filling, so it was important that we did not place company labels in the wrong box. In addition, we had to make sure we placed each box onto the correct pallets with like grades. And when you're running on three hours of sleep a day, it's really easy to make mistakes. It took my every ounce of willpower to try and match the precision of the Japanese guys who ran the place, and they got even less sleep than me. They were like machines, those guys. Speaking of Japan, that's where these eggs were going. In fact, we dumped so much MSG onto these eggs that it would be illegal to sell them in the states - or so I heard. Either way, the boxes were labeled "FOR EXPORT ONLY" so it's definitely believable. The boxes themselves were a pretty interesting design, by the way. They were called "Ropaks" and they were made specifically for holding fish eggs. The base of each box was slanted towards a corner, where a small hole allowed for the drainage of excess brine. One of the final steps in the packaging process was when a pallet reached its maximum capacity of ropaks. When that happened, a second pallet was placed on top of the stack, and a couple of ratchet straps were tied around the stack vertically. When you tightened the straps, the tower of packaged eggs would be squeezed, and a considerable stream of blood and brine would trickle down from the those holes I mentioned earlier. The pallet was then rolled out into the warehouse, where it would drain overnight. The floor was then replaced with a fresh pallet and the stacking would start all over again.

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Anyways, I was talking about music right? Yeah, well music was one of the few factors in my job that made it not only bearable, but even enjoyable. On my breaks I would sometimes wander to the cannery, where I saw the poor schmucks who didn't have the fortune to work where I did. The cannery folks worked with loud machinery and therefore had to wear hearing protection at all times. That meant no music and little opportunity to talk with your coworkers. Nothing to pass the time except the piercing drone of the surrounding machinery and your inner thoughts. So I was definitely glad to be in the roe house, where I could talk to my colleagues and people played music all day. This was crucial to my well being, i'm telling you. I never would have thought this before, but I learned during my stay that good music can actually block out physical pain. Standing for 18 hours a day in uncomfortable rubber boots, my feet would often start to feel like every tep was over shards of broken glass. Yet when a good tune came on over the speakers, I literally forgot about the pain. I would go from limping and wincing to dancing around the factory floor with excitement. So if you ever come across a science article where doctors explain how the perception of pain is complex and can be affected by psychological factors such as your emotions, believe it, it's true.

I know you don't really browse Jow Forums but I still wanna make this for you

Dear crystal
You were the first ever girl I genuinely loved, and despite what happened and what you did I still miss you and never hated you and I just want you back even if its as a friend or as a sister like you said, I just want to spend those nights talking to each other again please come back

That must have been Ariana Grande herself, and hell no. Fun Fact: Most A-list celebrities personally shill themselves here on different boards.

I have to go. I can't do this anymore. This is ridiculous. This is torture. This is wrong.
I can't focus or study here. I can't live like this. You are LITERALLY killing me. I have lost 20 pounds since I showed up here. I weigh 98 pounds now. I'm 5'9". I might as well have a tumor or a wasting disease or a parasite this is hurting me so badly. You HAVE to let me go. You're murdering me.
I love you, and I know you love me and would sacrifice for me, too, but I sincerely do not think you have my best interests at heart. I don't blame you for being selfish, but that doesn't mean I'm obligated to martyr myself anymore.
I've done enough. I have other obligations. I have an obligation to my friends that's fallen by the wayside. I have an obligation to my sisters, and that's going unfulfilled. I have an obligation to the world itself to actually use my talents and not waste the sacrifices that have been made for me already. I have other family I'm estranged from, and this keeps me from that. I have an obligation to myself and to promises I've made. I love grandma, but she is NOT my only obligation, and I'm not really here to help her either. I'm here for your sake.
Grandma wouldn't want me doing this. She doesn't want me doing this. Yes, she's happy to see me every day, and yeah, I'm happy to see her and I love her. But she specifically asked me not to do this when she started to lose her mind. She asked me to live my life. She specifically asked me NOT to bathe her or wipe her ass, and yet here we are.
This is ALL for your sake and not hers. I don't want to be a jerk, but it's true. Grandma is STILL on my ass to go back to school when she's lucid, and I have to lie to her. This is fucked-up.
You have to let me go. I am 25 years old. I have my own life, and my life matters too. You aren't supposed to sacrifice the new in the altar of the old, or children to their parents. I forgive you already, but this is wrong.

I keep talking to myself all the time, get mad or scream at things that annoys me. I kept getting angry at people, I am not myself, I am tired. I just want some things to be back into my life.

this was oddly really beautiful and interesting to read

m
i can't stop romanticizing our life together. in reality nothing would have worked out like that. i don't even like you and i definitely do not love you. but i cannot stop imagining this perfect life with you and i can't stop thinking about our memories.
i already fucked up once by reaching out again and i've learned my lesson. at the end of the day, i don't want you, i just want what i think you can give me. i'm sorry for being such a selfish fuck but i'm not going to act on it anymore.

Who are you? I want someone like you.

She doesnt want me anymore. Even if she sees my message, she's not going to respond. I don't want to do this anymore. I just want her to reply. I just want her to say why she left me. I want to fucking move on already because I'm miserable all the time. One of these days I'm going to end up wrapped around a tree and hopefully my parents think it was an accident.

thanks, wrote it randomly a few nights ago when I was feeling reminiscient, it's probably the only thing I've written outside of school

Dear H,

These past few days have really wracked my mind and wrenched my heart.. I desperately want to know how we can salvage our relationship, because I feel it is worth saving.You woke up something inside of me that I never knew was there and I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving me from myself. I will continue to remain faithful to you and long for your return.

V

I am angry at you and I resent you for not giving me your blessing to go.
Those acceptance letters didn't come easy. I worked in college to pay for those applications. I wrote my senior essay and filled out all those apps without a laptop. I spent my fucking birthday money on those applications. I took out loans. I starved. I didn't go to parties. I hunted down my books from other students and from libraries because I couldn't afford them. I stank from lack of laundry and even basic necessities like soap and deodorant. I washed my clothes by hand in the damned tub and dried them in front of the fire. I fucking sold drugs. When I got pneumonia, I lived with it and kept going to classes and to my job because the 80 dollar copay on antibiotics was too much. When my hand got infected and that red line started going up my arm, I kept going to classes and to work and pulling all-nighters to work on that paper, and I STILL slept it off without ever getting treatment because antibiotics and hospital visits cost money. I worked through the fucking seizures. I physically exhausted myself to the point of coughing bits of blood to graduate.
And you didn't care. When I got those acceptance letters, it was because I physically sacrificed myself, and you weren't even proud. You just told me I couldn't go, that it was too far away, and that it was too expensive, and that you needed my help.
You jackass. How cheap do you think those letters were? How cheap were they to you? You know those programs are selective, right? You know those are cohorts that only take like 20-something people a year, right? Why would you spit on that? Why weren't you even proud?

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You think that was easy for me? You think it's easy for me to just apply
again and do that whole process over once grandma dies? I have to get letters of rec again, I have to fill out applications again, I have to pay a bunch of fees again and write a million more essays and go to interviews and meet deadlines all over again. While doing this, too. You're out of your fucking mind asking me to do this.
You think a ticket to medical school isn't even worth a congratulation? Come the fuck on.
You have to let me go. I'm not doing more 73-fucking hour shifts of this shit. I'm done. I'm not killing myself for nothing.
I feel so unappreciated.

When you leave it feels like seconds turn to hours.

why would you want somebody who idealizes you, puts you on a pedestal, and then gets massively disappointed when you end up not to be the person they wanted you to be?

P
Fucking lying faggot

To the FBI/CIA/DMV watching my every move:

Lol

I know you never think of me anymore and won't see this or any of the other letters I've left for you, or anything else I've written for you elsewhere. I know I'm not on your mind anymore because you've moved on and found someone else and that's okay. I'll get over it someday I think, but it still hurts a little now. I know you deserve the best though. I hope your finals went well, I bought you a nice Christmas gift and I think you will really like it which makes me happy. I still think about you all the time and dream about you but I know I don't deserve you and that's okay. I just want you to be happy. Sometimes two people just aren't meant to be. Regardless I hope you like your gift. Please have a Merry Christmas and spend it with those you love while they're still here. I'll always love you.
f

Dear A,

I started flirting with you as a joke in the workplace and then you started to flirt back as a joke in the workplace. Too bad in my delusions I thought you were serious. I do feel like like you led me on tbqh but thats from my perspective. In my story you were the subject of my affection but in your story I wasnt even a background character so this letter is biased . Where was I even going with this? My thoughts are scattered all over the place. I have been told that I dont know when to end jokes but at this moment I feel like ending the biggest joke of them all. My life.

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Dear K
Maybe it's better to write things out as I think, I dunno. God I feel like a woman, bleh. Anyways, I suppose my main problem is facing the cold realities of relationships. Somewhere in my youth (and even somewhat now) I had this grand delusion that my life was gunna be this typical white picket fence fantasy where I worked for a loving wife and raised children. Where fate brought us together, and all we needed in life was each others company to bring us happiness in this world. When you chose somebody else, my heart and soul shattered. I felt pathetic, unworthy, unwanted, used. Oh well. It took a while, but I eventually moved on emotionally. When you came back into my life so abruptly, you ripped off an emotional band aid for a wound that will never heal. At first the thought of being together again sounded nice in my head, but I don't think I could ever get over the fact you decided to be with somebody else instead of me. Even now the thoughts of you arriving off a plane and jumping into another mans arms with a big grin on your face makes me physically ill. That's why I preyed on your insecurities, to forever taint your thoughts of me, as well as make you feel as shit as I did 2 years ago.

Dear Jow Forums,
I'm in love with a girl who's married, and I feel bad about it.
Signed,
user
p.s. the divorce rate is pretty high in this country, maybe I can grab the rebound

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M,

I don't think I have ever had more respect for a human being in my life. Even if you don't recognize me now, I will always be there for you if you need me. I know you never got to know me, and honestly I don't know why you would want to, but my heart has fallen for you like malaysian flight 370. I hope that you one day see me in this way too, at least before I leave for the Univ. of Tokyo...

Some random scientist who has a massive crush on you,

J

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Invent a way to destroy mankind and you will please us.

I'm hungry, but I'm pretty comfy where I am, should I go get some food guardian angel? Where should I go? In n out? Mcdolans? What should I get there? Can you get it for me, my guardian angel?

my Guardian Angel.

Gladly, with the exception of M, of course.

You F/E? If so you're legit insane and need to seek help.

Because deep down I saw you as a beautiful virgin waifu unicorn that would discover her sexuality with me. I understand its not reality, but these delusions have quite the stronghold on me, its likely ill never overcome them. I'm not proud of what I said, my bitter, resentful thoughts got the better of me, and for that im truly sorry. Im glad you cherished me enough as a person to reach out and eventually contact me again. It really does mean a lot that you never will forget about me. Ill enjoy the memories of our friendship, love, and falling out till death. As for now, being friends makes me want to love you, loving you makes me think of the other man, and the other man reminds me that me that my virgin waifu unicorn doesnt exist. Yet for some reason I cant seem to man up and completely cut you from my life. I know I cant because im weak, and somewhere in the back of my mind I still have the delusion of our happiness together. I had to taint your thoughts of me because of it. Until thoughts of you fade again my mind is in a constant disarray of what I truly want. Can I ever accept that youre simply a human and was naturally attracted to somebody older, more mature, and financially stable? Can I ever just be your friend? The pain is ceaseless

Anton,
I was shitty to you in high school. I really liked you and didn't know what to do with myself, so I sabotaged any little good thing we had and embarrassed you a lot. I made you mad just so I could see you get flustered because I thought it was cute when you did. That was a really fucked up thing to do. I wish I could tell you I'm sorry.
K

nope, very originally not me

Why do these type of feelings exist then? Its cruel that evolution hasnt bred out people that feel that way towards somebody.

I don't care if anything happens between us anymore. I won't pursue you again - you've hurt me enough.

everyone is just selfish

I fantasize about performing as a musician on stage, or a public speaker for a TED talk. Sometimes I imagine myself as a politician, or a nurse for a cancer hospital, or a physicist. I get a great joy from imagining these things, and I think I am capable of achieving any of these if I put my mind to it, the thing is, I never do. I spent my life wasting away in a classroom, obtaining high scores. It was the only thing I was relatively good at. I was supposed to use that education to make something of myself, but I have no motivation, not because I can't do it, but because I don't know why I should other than to receive a paycheck to buy necessities that keep me alive. Why would I do that? I don't want to live. The temporary satisfaction I may feel by achieving career goals is short lived, if I manage to feel anything at all.

I was screwed out of a childhood. Kept from friends, barely allowed to leave the house to even see my neighbor. My whole life revolved around school. Now I'm a NEET. Are you proud, mom and dad? Is this what you wanted? I can't make it through a job interview without freezing because I lack the ability to hold a conversation due to your abuse of me. I don't have autism, but a good portion of people I meet believe that I am. Why did you do this to me? I just wanted to go outside and play with friends like everyone else. You made me into a reclusive monster and I am in pain every day.

What brand was this?

we keep suggesting things to do so can we actually do something? suggest a day/time please

to all

I am planning on enjoying this winter break, and then poison myself with the 32 ounces of pure, denatonium free acetone.

None of you deserve me, nor do I.

How hard is it to send a text?

>be Boomer dad
>have kid
>kid spills Gatorade
>beat kid with belt
>kid argues with sister
>beat kid into the ground until he's a shivering wreck in a puddle of piss on the tile
>keep beating him on the ground
>kid gets in trouble at school
>scream, pick kid up by the hair and just start swinging, threaten explicitly to draw blood and to knock out teeth, beat kid against door, throttle kid, slam kid, slap kid, curse, backhand kid, hammerfist kid
>threaten increasingly worse physical harm unless kid answers impossible questions, force kid to deny that he forgot the assignment, force kid to say that he chose to be treated like this, force kid to say he loves being treated like this, force kid to apologize over and over mid-beating and refuse to accept the apology, demand kid apologize for making you upset and forcing you to feel guilty, scream "no you're not" when they say they're sorry for hurting you, threaten to send the kid to one of those correctional boot camps
>kid spaces homework assignment
>beat kid repeatedly across the face
>kid does entire homework assignment perfectly except for one error
>scream, pound the table, tear homework to shreds, make them start again, scream when writing gets shaky
>kid stares off into space
>smack kid
>kid cries
>beat kid while threatening increasingly worse physical harm unless the kid stops crying
>kid develops lifelong inability to cry, force kid to apologize for crying and admit the tears were fake and that kid was trying to manipulate you
>threaten to cut the phone line if kid tries to call the police
>threaten disfigurement and worse if kid tells anyone or goes to get help from CPS or a teacher
>promise that the police will only bring kid back to you and that you'll make sure they never pull a stunt like that again
>kid forgets chore
>give kid a black eye and tell him he's not going to school today
>9-pound terrier belonging to your daughter chews a hole in the sofa
(CONT)

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I know. Two years is too long

If you're here. Want to play Divinity II tomorrow at 7PST? It's been a while and I want to continue where we left off.

Sometimes I wonder how many people actually kill themselves after writing stuff like this.

thought for a sec about calling local police but realized it could be a fake of some classmate he has or something. fucking kids man

(CONT)
>scream, punch the dog, kick the dog in the ribs, kick the dog across the room, drag dog, kick dog more, threaten to kill the dog, threaten to call the pound and have them come get the dog, say she'll be put down, all in front of your kids, make the kids BEG to keep the dog, make two little girls cry by punting their fucking terrier across the room, make a 3-year old girl BEG through fucking tears for doggy's life
>3-year-old girl, still sucking her thumb and dragging her security blanket everywhere, draws on door with crayon to make it pretty
>kick her ass
>kid develops major depression
>kick the living shit out of him for being lazy and fir not caring enough about you to work hard and make you happy
>starve yourself and make kid apolprize for doing it to you
>threaten suicide repeatedly to your kid
>threaten to take away kid's birthday
>ACTUALLY take away a birthday
>kid develops post-traumatic stress disorder
>slap kid for spacing out
>mock and deride kid for reacting too jerkily and nervously
>kid develops night terrors and sleep disorders
>get pissed at kid for not having forgiven you for beating them, which is why they have sleep disorders
>kid develops anger issues
>declare yourself the "alpha male" of the household and challenge 10-year-old child to fight
>decade later
>post this on kid's Facebook
Dad, I swear I will stomp the shit out of you again just to make the point and I'm not fucking around. It took everything I had not to split your fucking head open last time and you have no clue how much conscious restraint it took me not to truly hurt you. My adrenaline spikes when you touch me. Don't start this shit with me again or blubbering and tears won't get my boot off your head this time.

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And while I'm at it, shut the fuck up with the whole "Child molesters are the worst and should be put down, who could possibly hurt someone vulnerable like a child just to hurt it" bullshit.
YOU COULD. YOU ARE A CHILD ABUSER.
YOU ARE IN THE SAME CATEGORY AS CHIKD MOLESTERS. YOU ARE AS BAD AS THAT GUY WE SAW ON THE NEWS. YOU ARE ARGUABLY WORSE.
YOU ARE A DANGEROUS NARCISSISTIC PSYCHOPATH AND YOU ARE CRAZY.
I WILL BE KEEPING YOUR GRANDKIDS FAR AWAY FROM YOU.

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Initials? You're probably not who I am thinking of but it fits too well not to ask.

who is this for?
i want to do the things but i get too nervous that im being too imposing

I hate you for contantly yelling at me when I was just trying to learn how to do things. You were a horrible teacher and a poor role model who wasn't fit to be a father. You had no control over your anger and you acted like you knew everything when you were probably one of the dumbest people I knew, you could barely write but I guess that's par for the course for an ex con. I hope you enjoy dying alone since your constant anger and horrible personality have emotionally isolated you from your me your stepson and my brother your biological son whom you've never shown a glimpse of care for. You never even said I love you to him. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you hate him so much. As for your other kids by a different woman they don't even want to be associated with you and I know it pains you because you've always preffered them over us. I vet you haven't even talked to your youngest daughter in over 10 years. You're a black ghetto disgrace of a man. I hate you.

t. Your stepson

Just do it, user. I'm rooting for you. Throw yourself to it. It will be hard but just keep going. Endure the pain and deal with it once you have gotten what you want.

Yeah, Winter Break is near.
Get ready for a truckload of shit.

Why do so many niggers beat their kids? And I'm sorry user I read the whole thing and teared up. You have every right to beat his ass but be careful and please don't wind up going to jail or turning into him.

Never actually got hit that much and he never hit me, just a bad role model and person.

even if its not for you, go for it! it will be worth it

I'm sorry, son. If trips I live stream suicide by dog tonight.

Damn, gonna have to reroll.

T,

I can't return your feelings, I'm sorry. I've been letting this charade continue for far too long because I find it hard to say no to your aggressive sexual advances. And in some ways I'm enjoying it. I wanted it to be casual between us, but now that it's becoming more serious, we should re-evaluate our relationship. It's better if we go cold-turkey and cut contact now that you have meaningful feelings, before it goes too far.

Sorry,

Your Morning Rose

>I can't return your feelings
Why not? You should have thought about that before leading me on, don't you think?

Last name start with S?

Answer the fucking question. Why not?

Maybe if you didn't fuck everyone before, I would have developed more feelings faster. You still want to fuck K too

>Maybe if you didn't fuck everyone before, I
You want to fuck other people too. You're not much better than me in that regard.
>You still want to fuck K too
But I won't. I want you. Can't you fucking see that?

>I want you.
It's too late.

No. It's not. Don't let your pride ruin this. We have something.

ty for that.
ori

It has been a few years but I won't forget you, Heg.

You left a mark on me that even other people can see. Three years and others can still see you when I look at then.

My dearest boyfriend,

I love you so much. I can't put in words how much I adore everything about you.
You are absolutely perfect to me in every single way, and I want to tell you every single day in every single way possible, how much you mean to me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I am so thankful to have you in my life and to call you my loving boyfriend.
Fuck, I love you so much, from the depths (or debts) of my heart.

get >>>>>>>>>/OUT/ you disgusting whore
or post your nudes on

I'm hideous, a real 0/10. I'm retarded to the point where I'll probably never be able to work. I fuck up everything. I'm lonely and crippled by anxiety. There's a feeling of dread that never leaves me. My body won't stop hurting. My meds make me eat like a pig so I'm probably going fatso soon. I want to die so bad but I can't fucking do it for whatever reason. Other people have done it but I just can't.

They do not. For it they would have to be there.

dear i

i hope you have a good christmas

To the warmest of the seasons,

I feel like I'm losing my mind. I love you but I don't know if I should anymore. Do I know who you are? Do I know who I am? Do I want you to fill this hole in my heart, or just someone like you? Am I worth loving? I can't decide on how I feel anymore.

I once had such conviction and boundless faith. I once believed with absolution that everything would work out eventually. I haven't talked to you in so long.The choice is mine, I could simply pick up the phone and send you a message. But would you hate me for it?

It's never you who picks up the phone. It's never you who sits down next to me and asks me how I've been. It's never you who cares, and I don't know if you want me to care. I can't let go or move on, but I don't know where to go from here. What move is the right move? Is there any chance?

I wish I was a part of your life. I wish you looked at me like you look at everyone else. Not suspiciously and trying to push me away. I wish I had a value to you.

i don't mind it, just wish you would tell me that

Initials and gender?

>put on the suit shinji

>+3 from 44

The holy spirit is revived

Initials, possibly?

I am the risen Christ