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I may not say this to you, but I’m very excited about seeing you soon :) 6 days ago
Because when it really comes down to it, you’re not there, and you’re not as good of a friend I thought you were. I honestly stopped believing in friendships like that, but it would’ve been nice to still have you. Would’ve been. 1 week ago
I fear as time passes, we will be distancing from each other more and more. I wouldn’t want that to happen, but I hardly see you, you are always piled with work and you won’t let others help you. And I also do nothing to turn this situation around. I hope next year I can change important things in my life, and this is one of them. I hope I can be closer to you, and we can be like a family again. I know you love me and you do a lot for me, but sometimes I would like more, in a different level. I don’t to regret this in the future, when I won’t be able to do nothing. 1 week ago
I long for the day I no longer have to see you, your corrupt and fake behaviours, your sad lives. 1 week ago
who could have a better mom than the one I have? Nobody. I was lucky to have you a full time mother, while I was growing up and even now. Always supportive, understanding, warm and caring. And I don’t always pay you back equally. I wanna thank you for everything you’ve done and all the stuff you will surely keep on doing for me. I look forward to coming home for I know you are there. 1 week ago
because you will always be my little sister, even though you’re grown up now, and thinking about getting married, and being ahead of me in life. I look at you and still see my younger sister; that’s why sometimes I tell you “you can’t do that” and you don’t like it when I tell you that. I am being overprotecting, because to me you are still little and asking for my help. Buy you’re not, you’re a full adult, independent, self sufficient, smart and proactive person. You’re not afraid of many of the things I fear about, and you have many of the attitudes I lack and wish I had. I should try to imitate you.
Sometimes I fear our relationship will change and slowly our paths will separate as time passes. I wouldn’t want that to happen. Sure things will change, and life will move forward, and events will happen, and eventually, new people will be born, but I do hope we will always be able to count on each other as we did when we were kids. Maybe I have failed you as a big sister sometimes. I hope you always let me be a part of your life, and share your stuff with me. I love you very much. 1 week ago
My efforts in any conversation whatsoever with you are a waste of our time. Mine, and yours. 2 weeks ago
I push you away when I have an episode, because I don’t know any better. 2 weeks ago
It is pretty obvious that this isn’t going anywhere. Who’s going to do the nasty work and cut the strings now? 4 weeks ago
I feel heavily guilty for what has befallen my sister. I practically introduced her to the “party life” while still a newcomer to it myself, and I fear my influence of wanting to have reckless and stupid fun is a terrible one upon my sister. My influence on her as a whole I worry about, as no faith in Christianity and God is what I choose to believe, but because me and my sister are close and good friends, I fear that even though I may disregard the consequences of my own actions, I tend to become concerned when I realize it may be my fault that others suffer the consequences when the fault lies within me. I must confess that I do not want to be a responsible “role model”, especially not while still practically a kid myself. I have enjoyed the party culture and the late blooming of my social life, and the threat of it being taken away has made me act out even more in pathetic rebellious self-therapy kind of ways. I feel terrible that, though I know I am a damn good kid and son, mostly responsible, trustworthy and honest, I keep certain secrets from you two (my parents), in a sort of wordless sibling pact. I lied that I had only been drunk once, when I have in fact been drunk many times in my grad year. I respect my dad for being understanding of my youthful “outburst”(s), and his concerns, and that is what is so torturous, as I am far too god damn honest, something I wish I wasn’t. I have a heavy conscience and a very strong moral code, something which my fleeting joys during “partying” attempt to dismantle for the sake of memories, fun, and an escapist’s release from my circumstances. I realize that such material ways of getting happiness aren’t going to last or necessarily be rewarding, I just love the intimacy, connection and carelessness of such events, something that is addicting to an introvert attempting to reject his nature. More about this later Mom and Dad, and I hope that this letter offers some sort of justification for the secrets I hold and the lies I’ve told. 4 weeks ago
it is my regret to inform you that the recruitment comity regarding the 40 openings blablabla
out of 1296 applicants, 92 were selected to go through our interviewing process.
please accept blablabla
-the comity’s secretary”
(actual letter i got)
p00, and there i was building my hopes up :[
well, life goes on… Here’s what i felt like replying :
Re : p00ey letter
dear miss recruitment-lady
i can’t believe you’re only interviewing 92 people when you have 40 positions to fill. that’s like two people per position (trust me, i’m a cashier, i can count and $#!†). i do not mean to shatter your optimism madam but it sounds to me like you’re being a bit cocky there taking chances with statistics like that. i think i know about 92 people myself and a good two-third of them smell. you’re pushing your luck, just saying.
i would also like to inform you that email in this day and age is a fairly reliable means of communication and that, had your stylish recruitment comity had an email (which is totally free btw), me and another 1295
desperate enthusiastic folks would have saved precious monies on stamps, paper and envelopes. i’d hate to see you go bankrupt -i’m saying this because you replied with a letter yourself, as i assume you did with every other applicant. a classy move perhaps, but what about forests ? trust me, being a good cashier who works with plastic bags and stuff i know about saving on things. don’t get me wrong, i love licking envelopes, but that saliva could have served other purposes, like lubricating your hairy mom helping science or something.
anyways, i understand that we live in a democracy and that it is your inalienable right not to meet me and my beautiful pants. i hope the interviews turn out well and that only a small half of those people will stink (though really with such a narrow sample that’s just unrealistic but whatever, your judgement call). in return, please understand that you will not be invited to my birthday party. some people will be interviewed, a small ten percent of whom will eventually be eligible for a party invitation (see, 10 to 1, that right there is a much safer sample, take it from me. i can’t guarantee there won’t be a couple of smelly ones still but at least they’ll be moar fun than you). we wanted you to interview but there were 418 applicants fo my party and unfortunately we could only interview 417 so our comity decided on just leaving out the least attractive one. we hope you understand.
please accept my sentiments blabla but mosty your shameful failure.
-jinz1 month ago
I must begin by admitting some rather embarrassing things, at least for me. I have never gone on a date ever before in my entire short life, I am terribly shy and I am not always good with words, especially ones that are not written. You and I both love music, writing and all other kinds of art jazz and have similar tastes. I wish there was the romantic in me that could straight forward ask you out, make off like a bandit with you in his arms, but in reality I think he is the shy, nice, brooding and thoughtful type, despite my desperate wishes. I like you a lot and for the first real time in my life, there are butterflies in my stomach. That is not necessarily new, but these butterflies feel like they have been on cocaine or crack I think. It is good this is anonymous and you’ll most likely never read this, because though I have done some things I never thought possible for myself in these last two years, I still feel vulnerable in this field. There are an infinite number of ifs in my mind all the time, and none of them will ever get answered unless I take the initiative. I hate being so “sensitive” and I laugh at myself but also pity myself, which is a terrible habit. In theory, this not only a letter to you, but a letter to me in this present moment to not let you slip away and hopefully get to know you better. But I would be lying to every fiber of my soul if I said I wanted to just be your friend.
Me 1 month ago
“People aren’t dolls. You can’t just play with them and put them back in the box when you’re done”. 2 months ago
dear ice cream,
you shouldn’t whisper to me this way as i am reclined in this cozy spot. even though i am far away in my upstairs bed, i still hear your beckoning from the freezer facing west.
this could mean there is a sense of urgency. i am unsure on which behalf, yours or mine?
today his honorable kissed me on the cheeks and said “you are still beautiful, despite all” while i felt the homemade felafel settle nicely on my hips after our quiet lunch. what a conflict this raised in my consciousness.
my hips have screamed “hhheeeeellllllllnnnoooo!!!” as i am considering a trip down to see you, but my tongue is begging with a fervor filled “pppllleeeeasseeee!!!” showing favoritism to a certain sibling could be awkward for me later on.
the wretched pleasures you bring are desirably dreadful.
your fatass favorite 2 months ago
You know what I’m afraid of the most? That if I get to know people too well, I will end up disliking them, and the same thing would happen if they get to know me too well. 2 months ago
I’ve just realised that our friendship does not mean as much to you as it does to me. Sucks….. not being reciprocated. 3 months ago
Being a janitor/custodian is not the same as a maid. You people are grown adults; kindly act like adults.
I already have to clean up after you filthy f*cks, I don’t appreciate having to do your dirty dishes as well. That is not my job, and you can happily read my job description.
Also, really? Can’t you, at the very least, throw away your trash…? Don’t just leave it sitting there; put it in the damned trash can.
Tots in daycare clean up after themselves better than you lot do. Sheesh. 3 months ago
I have had enough with you, I could only tolerate be ignored so much. It’s as if my words fly right past you. And I am particularly annoyed because responding wouldn’t take that much effort in the first place. If I put in the time and effort to reach out, it really stings when it’s not appreciated.
You know what, I found that it’s not worth it caring so much about people who only care so little about me. My time would better be invested in people/colleagues who do appreciate it. So, here is where I draw the line, and say ‘bye, you wont be hearing from me anytime soon, or maybe ever at all.’
Of course, these are not the words you’ll get, when do get the time to respond, you wont get anything back from me. And when you do initiate a conversation, or ask for us to hangout sometime, I’ll tell you that I won’t be making any more plans with you. 3 months ago
Yesterday , we talked for almost 2 hours and a half via phone like we used to be . Part of me was extremely happy but part felt like giving up !
You used to be my everything .. I miss that so much ! 4 months ago
So, what did I do to make you so mad at me? What did I do to make you hate me again? I know this is stupid, but I truly thought we could become friends again. I thought that was how we started- which may have been naive- and I believed we could get back to that place some day. I thought one day you’d be able to put aside the three months of hell that was us dating.
I don’t know, I guess I just thought we had SOMETHING that was worth anything at all. And it sort of hurts, no, it really hurts, to find out that—to you—we didn’t.
I don’t know why, but I have always cared very much about what YOU have thought of me. And that’s what is hurting me so much, I guess. I have done something that is so terrible you don’t want me in your life anymore. And it just sucks. And I don’t know what it is. I have ideas, like my stance on not caring for drugs around me. Hey, I’m not saying don’t do them or I hate them all or whatever, I’m saying don’t make me a party to it. I don’t want them around me, and I should never be forced to be. It’s ridiculous that that would be enough to decide you hate me. I just thought you knew me, and if you don’t like me, I guess you must not. Or perhaps I didn’t know you.
And, just in case you were wondering… Those three months were awful. But, I loved you during every single second of them. And, I loved you every single second of the eight months before then, when I was with someone else. And, it had to end. I was losing myself in you and I learned that lesson once already, and I was not about to learn it again.
So, I guess while the relationship had to end, I thought that you would be in my life still as a friend. I know that’s ridiculous. It sounds ridiculous just saying it. But I just cared so very much about you, and I wanted to pretend you cared about me in the same manner. I just wanted to pretend we could move on one day and be friends again. I just wanted to pretend you liked me as a person, as a friend.
But it doesn’t matter, if you don’t, or never did. It just makes me sad to know I was wrong…about yet another person, and about myself. And it makes me sad to know I’m not good enough to even be friends with. I have scars of you, and I see them every day, and I know that as more, it hurt too much. But I thought we’d make it past that. And now I know we never will.
-B… the one who for whatever reason can’t get over you despite all of the years, all of the new people, all of the pain you caused, and all of the lies you told. I don’t know what it is about you, but you stuck with me. 4 months ago
I’m very comfortable with having a confrontational style. Settling things right there and then. It is better than bottling things up inside and let it trigger me so I blow up in your face the way you did mine, today.
What I’m not comfortable with though, is for you to build up anger, and then because of one simple problem that we try to solve, you bring up everything else that you’ve been building up for god knows how long. Which, really, makes everyone forget what the original problem was. Focus on the issue at hand, so we don’t get frustrated, and build your logic so you don’t look like a fool.
If it seriously bothers you that I have debate training, and I can highlight flaws in whatever it is that you say, it really isn’t my fault that I have a certain skill and you don’t. 5 months ago
Tell you what though, I’m sure you knew that it would have made me extremely happy to hear about it. You had no doubt that it would. so why did you keep it from me? 5 months ago
You’ll have to excuse me for being an awkward conversationalist. It doesn’t help that I’m so out of my comfort zone in these situations that I can’t tell if you’re being nice to me in general or if you’re flirting… Especially when it’s at work and I’m all gross and covered in dirt – and who knows what else. There’s little to no confidence in me at those times.
Otherwise… I’m sorry I’m so awkward!
But your nickname choices are still lame. xD The best so far is Gandalf, but I don’t have a beard, nor am I a dude, so… Keep trying. Though I have to admit, the only thing I can think of for you so far is J Kelley (only ‘cause of R. Kelly), so at least you’re trying…?
But you’re a super nice guy. You’re just confusing the crap out of me. D: 5 months ago