Letter thread, you know what to do Anons

i hope it was okay to use a photograph you took as a playlist cover, but i can remove it if youre uncomfortable with the idea. it's one of my favorites

Dear user

If you lived in my country, I really would love to do you.

Femanon

Would love to do you?

which one?

123bb456bb

Dearest R,

Right now I am at the La Brea Tar Pits. I have not slept in over 48!hours, I have consumed 300 mg in caffeine tablets and 160 mg of Red Bull caffeine, and also 60 mg of Adderall. I feel so dehydrated and nauseated that I feel as if I might throw up or pass out. Or maybe both. I bought some Gatorade but it was just this tiny little bottle that did nothing for me. Should I just go back home and sleep? It is only 3 PM.

With love,

- R

A

I wonder if you still like me. Sometimes it seems like you do but other times we're pretty distant. I mean I know we're physically pretty far apart but I mean more in the lovey Dovey sense. I still want to take care of you and make you happy.

J

E

You are a creep and a waste of space. I regret ever introducing you to my friends. Never contact me again. I hope you die sooner than later because you are worth nothing.

M

Dearest R,

Hey R, remember that one time during our fourth meeting that you flipped out because I had answered on that online test that I was actually interested in having friends? What was it that you told me, again? You said:

>No! You already said that you do not want to have friends! You do not need any friends! It is fine being that way! You will have maybe one or two friends at the most!

What the hell was that all about, honestly? That was a really weird thing to say for someone in your position. All of a sudden you were telling me how many friends I could or could not have? What the hell is wrong with you? How did somebody like you get to be where you are?

You are kind of a control freak, huh? Is that why you were interested in me, because of what it said on my report? What was that word on my report that was used to describe my personality? Acquiescent, right? That was the word. Yeah, you were interested in me because I came off like the sort of guy who is real submissive, naive, and easily manipulated. You probably figured that you could easily mold me into being the type of person you wanted. Well, knowing me, I would have actually allowed myself to be manipulated by you. I really am a submissive little bitch, and you are a domineering little cunt. You would have definitely worn the pants in our relationship.

Hey, how is the relationship with your husband, by the way? Do you happen to have a problem with his friends, by any chance? I bet that your relationship with your husband has been strained these past few months, considering what you did. You owe him big time. Maybe if you were to perform a certain act for him in the bedroom every single day, he just might be able to put up with you long enough to raise your children. You probably hate performing the act because you are not at the receiving end. It can be quite distasteful for women, I bet.

Have a great day! Good luck! Have fun!

With love,

- R

Telling them would fix that immediately.

I need time to think

Dear D,

Why'd you go and ruin everything? It was going so well between us. You never even got to see the real me. This was your chance at real love and you blew it because you were too immature. I wonder if you'll look back and regret dumping me.

H.

you dont think i dont?

I won't stop contacting you cause I love you

>you dont think i dont?
Yes, because if you told them that you hate them they would fuck off. Most people seem to think ghosting is the same as being honest, because it will make others get a hint. That doesn't work, especially with fucked up people. They will never get a hint unless outright told with brutal honesty.

Dear Npoo
You went outside so I started drinking ,
You got defensive so I got the message,
You knew what to say cause you did it,
takes one to know one , no more entertainment?
Seems it's all got back to where it was meant to be,
Just fuck you , silly whore, spending all my cash on destiny cause you constantly lie to me,
And I don't care that I lied to you, cause my lies are innocent your ((honesty)) is foul
Like those accounts you mentioned before, they aren't mine, but fuck I accidentally figured out Victoria , and now Martyne ? Eh.. I never thought you'd come back,
In military I thought I was going to kms and all I did was think of you and when I got out you messaged me , you stupid lying whore , but.. you're innocent, I'm foul.
It's better this way , believe me, I love you, but I can't see you near me.. I miss you, really.
From your beloved S
Also known by ass
(Pls just agree to fkn sign the contract, it literally takes just a couple of days and then you can pay everything back and we both will be good enough to survive, cunt.)

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Im experiencing the same feelings as you user. I couldve written this letter.

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I was gonna write you a letter. Had some things I wanted to say. Just decided not to anymore. Not worth it. Funny how the brain can flip the switch after all these years lol
-E

I haven't written any letters in this thread. Like I said in a past letter thread I don't plan to cultivate relationships off of r9k of all places.

Just do it fag

Origsenso

Suuuure. enjoy begging everyone around you for a personality pitiful s.oy

I think you found me, and you had an opportunity to inquire yet you backed off. But I don't mind, I'll be ready to talk when you are.

Dearest R,

Oh, R. You are so damn funny! I love you, really. Hey, R, I wanted to ask you, what the hell did you take during our third meeting together? Because, shit, it looked like you had fifty cups of coffee that day. You were fidgeting so badly, I honestly found it quite adorable. It almost looked like you were about to have a heart attack! Nah, it was not coffee that you had. What you had was a stimulant far stronger than caffeine. Believe me, I would know. You must have been doing what I was doing: taking two different stimulants at the same time! It is no wonder you looked so giddy that day! You must have taken the same doses that I was taking! That is really somewhat of a irresponsible thing for you to do, I think, considering you are such a tiny person, and I am about twice your weight!

How did you even get your hands on that stimulant? From a friend? Or did you actually manage to fool some quack into prescribing it to you? You are a very smart gal, probably the smartest gal I have ever met. I am sure that you fooled some quack. You probably learned that from me! I remember telling you how easy it was to fool quacks into prescribing stimulants! You laughed and agreed!

I especially loved the way you kept squirming in your chair during our sixth meeting together. I could hear your bowels a-turning! Hm. Yes. Taking stimulants does tend to cause that sort of thing. Gastrointestinal disturbances, that is. I learned very quickly how to manage those issues. It was very amusing to see the look on your face when you realized that I knew what was going on in your belly. You looked so embarrassed!

Hey, do you remember what it said on my records? My records mentioned that I was being prescribed a stimulant which seemed to be inducing certain side-effects similar to Viagra. I loved seeing the look on your face as you were reading my records. You exclaimed: wow! And you read like, what, twenty pages within only few minutes? You sure read fast! Haha!

With love,

- R

Dear isabella

I fucking hope one day you realise what you missed out on you little stuck up cunt, your just like every other fucking girl who thinks shes just a quiet little posh daddys girl boy am I a fucking retard for ever even thinking that you would have loved someone let alone me

Words cant describe the rage I feel towards you, the down days when I look at your photos and are filled with sadness dont help either, fuck you izzy I hope you catch cancer and die you fucking bitch

Acting like your just a shy cute girl but then being a slut to whoever has the best jawline, your lucky I live in this shitty country so I couldnt come to your school and shoot you in your thick fucking skull you dumb whore.

Unironically I think about killing you or having sex with your dead body every single day, stupid cunt DIE

dear r,
idk if youre insane or if your letters are some weird story thing. either way, dont stop writing. im invested
-user

Kek Who is this Isabella? Calm down user necro is illegal

Dearest R,

Oh, R, baby. I want to tell you something. So you remember that thing on my records that said that the stimulant that the quack was prescribing to me was causing Viagra-like side-effects, right? Well, you see, I made sure that that sort of information ended up on my records intentionally! I wrote those e-mails in a certain way that would bait women such as yourself! Yep. That is right. I had the whole thing planned from the start. I intentionally showed you those records because I knew that you would see that specific part in regards to the side-effects. I made sure that my e-mails would end up on my records to bait women in your field! And guess what? You took the fucking bait! Hahaha! When I met with you that second time, I immediately knew that you had taken the bait! I sure fooled you! And guess what? I might even try it again with other women in your field!

But, anyway. R, although you and I only met six times, I think of those times very fondly. And you probably think so, too. You know why I think so? Because if you and I were taking the exact same stimulants, in the exact same place, at the exact same time, then we would have probably felt very similar side-effects. What is a known side-effect of the stimulant we were taking? I believe it is called: Conditioned place preference. Maybe I am wrong. Let me elaborate a bit further. You and I were probably feeling the exact same feelings toward each other. There is a word for that. What is it called? Oh, right: transference. And then when it happens in reverse, it is called: countertransference. Am I right? Hey, you should know better than me! After all, you are the expert in your field, and I am just a layman!

But, anyway. Maybe I am no good for you. Your husband is a much better man. You depend on him more than he depends on you. I am assuming that he makes more money than you, because his job has practical uses. He is an aeronautical engineer. What is your job, again? A joke.

With love,

- R

It wasn't that I was too nervous, your cock was too small. How can a guy so tall have such a small dick? Your ex was also cute so what the fuck? Does she got a pussy like a field mouse? Biggest mystery

Hey Myra,

Just wanted to say I love you again. I know our past was fucked up, but I can always look back at you with happiness. You were my first true kiss. The first person I ever fell in love with. You were the best part of that nightmare.

Thank you. I love you and hope everything is going well for you.

-L

of course, it's okay! i was really flattered when i saw it. i hope you liked the one that was in my last letter at least. i bought (another...) camera recently that i've got a roll of film in at the moment! if they come out any good i'll be sure to show you somehow.

Hey C. Just text me or something. Just let me know what's going on. If you wanna hang out, say you wanna hang out, ask me when I'm free, then when I tell you when I'm free, don't drop the subject entirely. You said you wanted me to come over again. You said you wanted to know when I was free. You said you'd let me know when was good for you. What's the hold up?

Next time I'll use my fingers and mouth then.

Dearest R,

Hey, R. You wanna know something else? I fooled your boss, too! See, when I first met with him, I made sure to tell him right off the bat that I believed myself to have NPD and that I would like to be evaluated for NPD. Do you know why I said that? Because I had read beforehand that people with NPD tend to believe that they are perfect, that there is nothing wrong with them. That they do not seek help out of their own volition. That when they are confronted with the revelation that they have NPD, they often react with anger, contempt, disdain, rage! So I figured that if I said right off the bat that I believed myself to have NPD, that your boss would immediately think otherwise! And guess what? It fucking worked! Holy shit! I fooled a guy with a fucking PhD! No fucking way! And, oh man, believe me. I spent years psychologically rewiring myself so that I would be prepared for the day of my evaluation. When I was being evaluated by this guy, I did my best to make myself seem meek, modest, and harmless. What other words did that guy use to describe my personality? He said that I was pleasant, right?

But, anyway. I am pretty sure that that guy is a incompetent fucking moron. Which is saying a lot because, honestly, your entire field is a fucking joke. It is barely even a science. This shit is right up there with astrology, homeopathy, acupuncture, palm-reading, and so on. People are already starting to catch on how full of shit your kind are. Oh, and another thing: why the fuck are there so many women in your field? Is it because women are so fucking stupid that they cannot do math, so they resort to studying the soft sciences? I think that the men are starting to realize how garbage your profession is. That is why so many men are now working in real medicine. I imagine that over the next few decades, your field will lose favor, until you and all of you other morons are out of jobs.

How did a nutcase like you even get a license, R?

With love,

- R

Dearest R,

Hey, R. Your husband is a pretty short guy, huh? Is his penis short, too? Because, hey, I gotta tell ya something. I can assure you that my penis is most definitely not small. It is actually larger than average. I know. I looked up what the average is, and then measured my own. And I saw that mine is actually quite big. You can choose to not believe me, and, hey, that is a-okay with me. I just felt like you might like to know that.

With love,

- R

haha lanklets btfo

I'm only 5'9 so women are pleasantly surprised to see my monster. I won't make you nervous baby.

Letters from "R" to "R" are the reason why I come on these threads. So fucking invested. Like reading a book with new pages every thread.

Dear J,
Why did you pretend that you loved me? That fucking hurt. One moment you said you were crying about what happened too and then the next moment you didn't feel any hurt? What? This is why I thought you were a manipulative asshole. You would say you cared, but then at times did things that weren't for my best interest. Why? Other people even said it was obvious you only wanted to fuck me. "Oh I want a relationship but it's only by cumming in you" is basically the summary of it all. Even from the fact that when I said we were friends now and nothing more, your intentions came to light again.

I still think about it from time to time even if I did move on to someone else. This is the last thing I will write because I'm not wasting any more time on you. I want to find someone who will love me and not try to make me think that them trying to make things go too fast and then try to run away is love.

B

Sleep sound little man.

Dearest R,

Hey, R. Is it not totally awesome that both my name and yours begin with the letter R? It is almost as if we were made for each other! The name of your husband starts with the letter A! Hahaha! Ah, I am just joking. Chill.

But seriously, though. There is something else, R. When your boss was evaluating me back in July of 2016, I made sure to tell the guy about what happened between me and Sheena. You remember Sheena, right? That Indian chick that I had a thing with? She is so damn funny and cute. Well, sort of cute. The last time I met her, she had a bit of a five-o-clock shadow on her face. Indian chicks have quite a problem with facial hair, huh? You do not have that problem, do you? Or if you do, it is much less noticeable because you are white and naturally blonde.

I digress. So I told your boss what happened between me and Sheena, and I told him that I considered the possibility that I might have imagined it, possibly due to a mental disorder like schizophrenia. You know why I said that? Because I knew right away how he would respond. I knew that he would flat out deny that I have schizophrenia or any other psychotic disorder! I fucking knew that he would put that on my report! And I planned to use that report to fool future quacks and women like you! Is it not fucking glorious!? I mean, holy shit! Did you see that fucking report!? I love that thing. It is fucking beautiful. It almost makes me seem like a half-decent person. The report even stated that the stimulant that was being prescribed to me was very helpful and causing me no harm. I showed that report to my third quack who then proceeded to prescribe to me that same stimulant. That third quack did not even question me about why my previous quack had decided to stop prescribing it to me! Pretty cool, huh?

With love,

- R

Dearest R,

R, have you and your husband gotten divorced, yet? Because if not, you should. It is a terrible thing to keep him trapped in a loveless marriage with a manipulative, domineering, unfaithful, cold, heartless little cunt such as yourself. You should divorce him and marry me instead. Unless you two have already produced children. Then fuck that. I am not getting stuck raising the children of another man. That guy is fucked. In time he will catch you in the act, you unfaithful cunt, but he will still be stuck with you (for your children)!

Speaking of the act, how many men have you performed that particular act on? 50? 100? How many men do you see each week in your line of work? 40? And you spend 6 months in total with each man? And you have been in this business since 2012? You have probably consumed the fluids of at least 560 men by now. It is no wonder you still have a job. You must have a constant influx of men coming to you! And you charge each of them $100 per hour? You are cheaper than a real prostitute! And I bet that you and your husband have a long-distance relationship... right? That guy works in Florida sometimes, while you work here in California! So you get to fuck around behind his back all you want!

How many people that you see are even women? I remember meeting two of the women you had met with, and they did not seem pleased. In fact, I remember that you were actually scolding one of those women right in front of me just before our third meeting had begun! That was so fucking weird and awkward. I honestly felt embarrassed for you. Seriously, how fucking high were you that day?

How the fuck did somebody like you even get a professional doctoral degree? I bet you did a lot of fucking to achieve that, huh? You are like a real-life Harley Quinn. You know who Harley Quinn is, right? I remember seeing a few images of her in your Pinterest once. Both of you are even blonde!

You are seriously quite a nutty chick.

With love,

- R

I NEED to know what the "act" is. You're keeping me in suspence! I have so many questions! What is R's job? Damn it! This is a rabbit hole I want follow!

Dearest R,

Oh, but do not be fooled by my language, R. I honestly do like you. In fact, I actually love you! I love you more than you will ever know. I do not hate you. Why should I hate you? I have no reason to hate you, do I? You are a wonderful human being.

Becky, can I call ya Becky? Is that what your family calls you? Or perhaps you would prefer Becca? Or how about I call you by your full name? Or your title? Dr. That is your title, is it not? You have a PsyD! You are a Registered Psychological Assistant! Oh, Becky, my Becky. You psychotherapists are so god damn useless.

Every single god damn word that ever came out of your mouth was perfectly useless garbage. You know what would have really helped me? If you had kneeled before me, removed my belt, lowered my zipper, pulled out my enormous man-sausage, and filled your mouth with it. That would have honestly been one helluva therapy right there.

Hey, you know, I had another female psychotherapist before you. She was a lot more obvious about her intentions than you. The problem that I had with her was that she had quite an acne and weight problem. She was also a bit too dark for my tastes. I guess that that makes me a self-loathing racist. I much prefer to betray my own race by pursuing white women such as yourself.

In fact, back in 2017 I had my eye on this gorgeous, blonde, white, female psychotherapist that works in Beverly Hills. She is prettier than even you. The problem with her is that I am pretty sure that she is a lesbian.

And now we come back to you. Becky, from the very first time I had met you I knew that there was something seriously wrong with you. There were plenty of warning signs. But I ignored them because your boss had promised to answer my questions if only I agreed to see you. I also kept on seeing you because I thought that you were really cute and I wanted to see if you would take my bait, and let me fuck you. And, oh baby, did you take my bait.

With love,

- R

Dear Stan,
I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must of missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin' dog, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit will make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was, it was you
Damn!

>Was a dick to some guy while playing vidya that was stanning me during the game. i'm a stupid piece of shit.

Oh my god! Am I full schizo now? Rebecca is her name! Are these letters real? Are they not? What the heck am I reading? Why can't I stop? If it was a book of nothing but these letters, I would buy the heck out of it!

Dear kitty,
I love you so much, my kitty. You're my special kitty. I love you so much. You're the best kitty.

Dearest Rebecca,

Oh, Rebecca. You sure have got quite a pretty little mouth on ya, huh? You are just one adorable little cocksucker! Tell me, something, Rebecca, how many cocks have you sucked at this point? How much could a cocksucker suck if a cocksucker could suck cock?

Rebecca, I still cannot believe that you actually took my bait! I mean, holy shit! To think that you actually got a PsyD! And I am only a high school dropout! And here I thought that I was pretty stupid, but if I fooled you then you are even more stupid. I should place you on my list of top ten dumbest little cocksuckers I know. Rebecca, you are so fucking fucktarded, that it would probably take you half a century to get properly unfucked, and then you would just be tarded. But, hey, even though you are so fucking stupid, I still love ya, ya little cocksucker.

It honestly would not surprise me if it turned out that you really are such a cocksucker. You do not exactly come off as this Christian, sweet, innocent, church-going, monogamous girl. Or maybe everything else is true except for the monogamous part. If you were truly monogamous, you would not have done what you did. I truly do pity your husband, and whatever children you two may produce, if you have not already reproduced. And then I would have to pity your children as well. And I pity your cat.

With love,
- R

Why thank you but it will take at least two years to undo my own damage.
When I do though, I will be as badass as my dad, and that man owned a house for real until he manslaughtered.

Even if he did fuck himself, his life was godly compared to mine, and it inspires me.

Is this a character or real? When was the last time you saw Rebecca in person?

Rebecca is a real psychotherapist. She was my psychotherapist. I last saw her back in March of 2017.

Is E a girl?

Dead Purple Haired Cunt
Both graves are dug, and I'm coming for you. It won't be tomorrow. It won't be the next day. But when you least expect it, I'll be in the shadows right behind you.

Hatefully yours,
-J

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> i hope you liked the one that was in my last letter at least
i loved it and showed all my roommates lmao

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holy shit u still have the picture of lola. bless u

It's been two fucking years and I still listen to the playlists you made for me. I can't stop wondering how you're doing and I still worry about you. You were the closest person to me and then you were gone in a moment. It's for the better though, I would've made your life unbearable anyway.

S

Which ones?

Originallalalala

C
Excited to see the new sonic movie with you in February, almost like a Valentines date huh? Pretty silly. I know we will never be anything but I do enjoy the goodnight texts, I know when you start dating somebody you probably wont text me as often and feel uncomfortable sending goodnight texts. Its ok I understand, im glad you are my friend, hope you have the sweetest dreams.
K

Dear me, kill yourself before you turn 33 next go around, it's been 11 years too long.

What's worse robots? To be a "never was" or a "has been"?

I had a taste, football star, friends, parties into my 20s, but couldn't keep up the facade anymore.

I want off this ride

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