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>cathartic letter thread
Vent. Confess. Get stuff of your chest and mind!
U guize kno the drill.
>cathartic letter thread
Vent. Confess. Get stuff of your chest and mind!
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Dear J
No level of stupidity will ever beat the time u broke our cash to buy a turkish delight otw to a deal, forcing us to drive 3km out of our way in peak traffic to find another atm. fuck you, you retard.
regards, V
dear n,
you have full handedly brought the quality of my life down lower than it has ever before, entrapping me in a sexless relationship. becoming totally dependent on me from your ocd. guilting me when i went to class. it's affected my academics to the point that i don't know if i'll graduate. my self esteem? nonexistent, because you reject me nonstop. you're a coomer, who looks at hentai, porn subreddits, and pedobait anime garbage and anorexic internet whores instead of wanting to fuck your living, breathing, hot gf. people approach me at my job, in the street, asking me out, complimenting me. you just fucking ignore me. more than a year of our relationship sexually, has been absolute garbage to the point where i think came a total of two times in 2019. 2019 was spent with a 11 month deadbedroom. no kisses. no fucking. nothing. it's degrading and humiliating. but you know i can't leave, because you're literally fucking helpless. you break down over picking your own clothes, choosing a spoon, and any other things anyone normal takes for granted. i curse myself over and over for not establishing proper boundaries, for not voicing my concerns earlier. now i'm fucking trapped in the cycle of asking you to improve yourself, you listening for a week, and then having your efforts stop as soon as i stop lighting a fire under your ass. if i leave you now, you'll definitely break down even more. the saddest part, is that you still "love me" and i can see that. it's just so fucking difficult to hide or ignore your mental illness, your useless porn and mental illness broken dick, and how i can't go more than an hour without you pestering me for retarded shit like filling your waterbottle - because you can't do it. i'm a glutton for punishment, so i do it anyway. hating myself even more. i have never been closer to suicide than now, knowing that a fucking adult man, who pushes my advances away, just uses me.
i hate you so much for saying that you loved me and now just abandoning me. i thought we were soulmates. i thought you were special.
either you are so horrible this is how you treat someone you love or you dont love me. i dont want to think about which is worse. i dont want to think about you at all - i know you are trying to do the same. you'll meet someone else soon and start a life and think about this stupid loreto boy and think about how dumb our relationship was and maybe you'll miss me and pretend like oh i loved him.
you didnt love me. this isnt how you treat people you love. you are a piece of shit. ill be dead soon and the last thought in my brain before i cease to exist will be how much you fucking suck for leaving.
A,
It's unfortunate that I'll probably never see you again because of this whole virus mess. I know you didn't care that much and we were casual, but you were still a very positive influence on my life and being with you taught me a lot of green flags to keep an eye out for the next time I'm talking to someone. I guess "better to have loved and lost" and all that, even if this end was unsatisfying the experience as a whole was worth it. Also since this is an anonymous site and I can say anything without my usual inhibitions, you fucked like a succubus and I won't soon forget how it felt.
Thanks,
-C
It's ok not to be ok. You are so strong and I am so proud of you for that.
Dear J,
In the end things tend to get better with wear. A rock becomes polished and smooth. Marveled. A geode reveals it's gems. 2 sticks rubbed enough will start a fire. Fire burns the excess unhealthy vegetation. Afterwords it promotes new growth from the ashes and supports the health of the remainder left after the fire.
That's why I know you will forgive me after I rub sticks on your face until they light up with that good burn.
I love ya bud, but let's be honest. You were an ass last night. I was thinking after I got off and I don't enjoy being yelled at. Yes, I didn't heal you. I couldn't do it in time. You are right. I don't have my shortcuts set up. This doesn't make me inept. I just value the game in a different way. I use it to spend time with you.
M.
Dear I,
I know we spoke last night, but I don't think we'll ever see each other again. I know I never treated you the way I should have, and I'm sorry. It sounds clique, but I didn't realise how lucky I was until it was over. I wanted to get together with you last night to reconcile and tell you just how much I love you. But you had to sleep with my friend. You couldn't go just one month without emotional support. That is weakness, and tells me everything I need to know about you. Women are women, but this is pathetic.
I don't know what to do now. We were supposed to get back together and spend these last few months of uni together, but now I'm alone and you are too. This was all my fault, but if you'd been able to keep your legs together, I'd like to think you could've forgiven me.
Dear A,
I see how it ended like it did. I regret and blame myself for a lot, but I can see where we both messed up and how it all snowballed particularly for me mentally. I never thought it would end, I thought you were the one but something went wrong along the way and it just didn't work out. I hope you can forgive me for my part in it, I've never felt this kind of regret or self hatred so I'm still trying to get past it.
Please have a good life, you were an amazing partner despite your flaws.
J