Letter thread

Liz,

I don't know if you're real or just a voice in K's head anymore. But you were the part of K that I liked most sometimes, you were tough, you told me to fuck off, you were strong. I miss K. I miss you. I think about you too goddamn much, and it's been three goddamn years. Did K marry him? How do you feel about that, having to share a body? Did you reveal yourself to him? Or did you only trust me?

Please look after K. I don't think he'll be wrong to her. I hope he isn't. Sometime I hope he is, or that he just is... not me, and that K misses me, and that you miss me. If you think about it... could you just say hi? Say that she's happy and married? That you're doing okay? Maybe we could be friends, but I'ld fuck up by still being in love with you or some bullshit.

Well, you probably won't read this, unless you happen to be on Jow Forums on a Thursday of all fucking places to be, but if you happen to be here, and you read this, reach out to me.

You're still my best gal.

-M.

C

I don't know how I feel about you anymore. I wish I knew how I felt about you well enough to have a discussion with you about it, and ask how you feel about me. I still care about you for some reason but I never feel like talking to you.

Also text me more than once a week or stop texting me at all jfc.

J

J

I have loved you since the day we met, I have thrown away my life because you didn't want me anymore. I have abandoned friends, and missed so many moments because I couldn't stop remembering being 15 and lost in your eyes and again, and not caring how retarded that sounded to anyone because it was alright with me and you. I never really learned to put myself first. I never really liked being alone. I talk to myself a lot, I tell myself that I'm talking to you. You don't answer most of the time. I'm joking. So really this was never about you, this was to see if I could say something that mattered to anyone, I never really considered that it should be something that matters to me, I guess it was, in the end.

R

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latin single mom i have a class with on every Wednesday

I want to fuck the shet out of your giant booty. I know you have a child, but I honestly dont care about that and am still willing to be in at least a casual relationship with you.
Dont let that manlet and chinlet of a single father be in a relationship with you. I'm a far better option: I'm taller, smarter, and likely have a bigger dick than him at 8" in length and 5.7' in girth.
hell, I'll dump my current gf just to be with you. I sense you are are better option than her since you appear conservative and very feminine.

B

Hey

I'm sorry you have to put up with my shit. I know we will never be together. I'm not okay with that, but I will live with it. You're the only girl who has stuck with me this long and I thank you for it. I would say I love you but i don't know if that's true. I hope you end up with someone that deserves you.

-AC

Dear mom

Can you tell I'm autistic?

Love, Billy.

Ease up dude, what the hell is wrong with you

Only emotion I exhibited was apathetic "meh" when I blocked her, but maybe that was more dramatic than actuality.

For what it's worth, I still dream of you. I'm ashamed of how I treated you.
Of course you're worth something. I've never loved anyone like I love you, and look how I treated you anyway. I can't imagine having that kind of devotion and abandon ever again.
No, you're better off without me, and I'm better off without you. We would've sunk together before either of us let go.

G
When I come confessed to liking you, I promised myself that no matter the outcome I'd stay happy. I lied. Everytime I see you, and any girl that Sparks any interest from me at all for that matter just reminds me of my own insecurities. I can't even walk down the street past couples without getting mixed feelings of anger and sadness. At this point I don't even know if I do still like you. I don't know if I can like anybody, it seems like I'm just as afraid of everybody as I am desperate for their attention/validation.
Probably not very good grammar, as I don't write as much, but the message should hold up.

-Me

I'm probably autistic. Literally. I know that terms like "gifted" or "sensory processing disorder" or "ADD" or "unique" were just beating around the bush. I know that's not an excuse, and I don't expect a normal world to move itself to accomodate me.
What I'm saying is that, given what I was raised around, I don't know how you'd expect anything different. Interacting with people at all is something Ibhad to learn from copying. It took me years to realize that flipping out and screaming at somebody for spilling juice wasn't a normal reaction. It took me years to figure out that what I consider routine is actually abusive and psychotic behavior. I was raised by the kind of people who think torturing children is okay. My mom is in prison. The other two SHOULD be in prison. I thought worrying about your dad hurting the dog if he got mad was normal. I thought being mean-spirited, insulting, vindictive, impatient, and critical was normal.
If you're my friend, I am going to poison you. If I ever have kids, I'm going to abuse them in spite of my own efforts, just because my view of what constitutes abuse is skewed. I'd never hit them, but they say it takes 3 generations to break the cycle.
Believe it or not, I try my damnedest to be good.

Dear American Airlines,

I think I should be considered for employment at your company. My skills are really great. They make me look good and I think that's what you want.

I enjoy a few years of high level experience with a company. That includes requirements gathering, interfacing with the different divison. And also understanding change management.

During meetings I only phase out once in a while. This chick at work made a joke and everyone laughed and I didnt and she thought I thought that she wasn't funny. I was simply in my head banging some other woman from a meeting before that. Thankfully I paid attention to the next joke and saved myself. Probably her feelings too.

There was also this one time I looked at my boss but saw past him and thought about banging this chick with large breasts. I got an erection. The woman I was fantasizing about was sitting next to me; she saw the erection and now I think she thinks that I was gay.

MA

NH

Can I tell you something you already know? You're adorable. Just being near you during class is enough to keep me going through tough times. Every week I look forward to going to class early, because you always show up early as well and sometimes it's just you and me alone in the room, reading on our phones.

I wish I could get to know you better, but I know that we come from opposite sides of the spectrum. I always wanted to meet a girl like you, but when I finally did I was unprepared for the fact that she wouldn't be into me like I am into her. I know you're just being nice when we chat, but I there are loads of things I wish to tell you that simply will never be spoken.

I wish I wasn't a drug user, chain smoker, unemployed, porn addicted gambler. You deserve so much better. If I could share with you my favorite playlists you would know that I'm not all that bad, and see a side of me that nobody will ever know.

I am a hollow shell of a person. Everything I had going for me has been turned to shit, and here you are sitting in front of me with all your confidence and candidness, when I'm struggling to get myself up each morning. You have so much to learn and do, and I'm not the one who is going to be there with you while you grow. We met at the wrong time in my life, and it tears me apart every day when I see you and don't have the courage to say anything about it.

I don't love you, but it some alternate universe, we could be friends. But probably not in this one.

-T

Dear R,
It's literally been almost a year and a half since we've split, and I still think about you every day. Whenever I see that friend of mine who's dating that friend of yours, all he does is talk shit about you to me, as though he's helping.
I want to defend you, as though I can. The things my friends tell me about you are, well, unkind, to say the least. I'm sorry you ended up in the places you did with the people you are with. I wish I could have been there for you,
I wish things were different. I wish I was healthy enough myself to save you. Save you from, I dunno, whatever it is that's haunting you. I wish I could hold you one last time, but I know even if I did all I'd end up is wanting more and more. You're better than my favorite drug. I've kicked all the drugs, by the way. Not that you ever seemed to mind, even though you didn't partake yourself.
I miss you. I still love you. I'm a fucking mess.
Stay the hell away from me, please come back,
S.

M,
I miss you so much. So fucking much. You and I were awful, and we will never work out. But i am in such a bad place right now. I am in the place I was when we were at our peak, I guess. Same hair color, same mindset. i keep thinking about running back to you. I cant because I know something bad will happen. It just never works out. I dont even know if I truly want you, or if im craving abuse and im lonely. Which I am. Im lonely because I isolate myself and push people away.
Im ruining myself. Thanks for the trauma. I dont want to use my actual initial, so lets use something youll know.
X

Ywn see this, so I will confess anime style.
C, I love you and I will miss you.
I know you're trying to get a better job than a grunt but let me know that I was always your number 1 fan from the shadows.

You and I are like weird mirrors and I always enjoyed that. I will always contact you and we'll always do something next time we ever speak again. I just think I feel like a Futoshi to your goddamn Kokoro and it's an embarrassment.

I am down with even acting like that just to keep you around in my life. You're too cute for me to let die off my world. I want to keep you around after you leave me. I love my widdle edgy punk girl and I wanna have her for myself for a moment. Except I wanna have her for longer.

CM

I said once that you were like a brother to me. I said you were a friend. We did some crazy shit back in the day, stupid shit, shit that only a bunch of mad-dog stoner losers would do. You taught me some shit. When the time came to stand up for me, you fucking did. I still think about that every once in a while.
I wish things hadn't turned out the way they did. I always wonder if I'm gonna here T tell me one day that you're dead. And I wonder how I'll feel if I hear that. I wish you hadn't gone the way you did, but I understand. You lived a life I could never understand. I was a rich boy with his good parents and good brothers and spoiled little suburban existence. I was never really all-in. I get why you felt like it was all just judgement.
We'll never meet again, but I'll never forget the laughs we had, the crazy shit you pulled, or the fact that a dipshit dude like me was allowed to hang around your crew.
I wish you the best, brother.
S