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Dear Kam I love you- I think you're absolutely one of the most brilliant, funny, and generally awesome people I've ever met, let alone dated. But I am thisclose to calling this whole thing off. Quit treating me like a friend with benefits and start treating me like a girlfriend. I've never been one for romance, but I do expect something. You don't have a lot of time, because I'm drat tired of this. Shape up or ship out, baby doll. I love you, but I'm prepared to cry my tears and move on. Dear group, I love you guys and you mostly make my days very, very awesome. And, while I am trying to become a psychiatrist, that does not mean that I want to play mommy. I will always be there when you need me, but I'm getting real tired of kissing away every small inconvenience that happens to you. When you ask me to "hang out", I assume you guys mean actually hanging out- joking, laughing, telling stories- not whining at me over every small problem that's going on in your life. I'm a good listener, but that doesn't mean I want to hear everything. Dear family, Yes, I am having some troubles lately. With the combination of ennui and anxiety over what could be wrong with my psych eval, I am more than a little stressed and confused. I am also a little concerned with the fact that I can't find a job. However, I do not appreciate you nagging me every five minutes as to what my plans for the future are- I'm figuring myself out, and I don't need the added stress of trying to keep you guys appeased on my head. I know you mean well, but please, please let me figure this out on my own. I will call for help if I need you, I promise. Dear A, We had a good friendship, and I appreciate everything you did for me. However, we've grown apart, and I've changed a lot over these last few years. You, however, have stayed the same. While you are still a lovely person, your cynicism, stubbornness and holier-than-thou attitude have grown tiring at best, and infuriating at worst. I've tried to cut off contact from you, but you keep insisting that we stay in touch. Your passive-aggressive e-mails are not going to make me answer- I told you that we needed to part ways. Please, don't make this end badly. I wanted to end on a good note.
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To all of my friends: Goddamnit, guys, I am not the only one who can pick up the loving phone. J is the only one out of y'all that actually takes the time to pick up the phone and call me to make plans. I'm not psychic, damnit, I'm not gonna be able to read your minds and figure out that you want to hang out. Also, I have no car. If you want to hang out, y'all either gotta give me time to find a ride, walk, or give me a ride to where we want to be. Also, I live with my family because I can't afford an apartment, and we've got jobs and poo poo we've got to do. It seems like the only time y'all ever call me is late at night when everyone's already in bed. Also, better time management, guys. When I say seven, I mean seven. I don't mean eight or nine. J: You are an awesome girl and you should really quit beating yourself up about things. I know you're a goon and if you're reading this thread, then goddamn, read this. You're a good person and everyone thinks you're fun and cute and a generally pretty cool person to be around. We all really do like you, so quit thinking that we don't. Love yourself for cryin' out loud, woman. You're awesome. Other J: I know things are really lovely right now, but dude you have got to buck up. I know it's crappy that you don't have a girlfriend and it's crappy that you're in a stupid city, but you have got to quit being so loving depressed all the time. It's really sad to see because you're an excellent person and you're bringing yourself down. Sleeping all the time isn't going to make things better. Get the hell out of that town by any means possible, it's not good for you and you deserve a lot better. C: Dude, you have GOT to learn some tact. Seriously. You and J are goin' out and that's great and awesome and I'm really happy for you, but I don't want to know about your sex life, and she doesn't appreciate that you're spreading things around either. It's cool that you're open about that sort of thing,but I really, really do not want to picture you naked. Also, when I tell you something in private, please ask me if it's okay to ask other people for advice BEFORE you do so, not after. That kinda nullifies the point. Otherwise, thank you for being a drat good friend. DnD group: Goddamnit guys I rolled a bard for a loving reason. The solution to everything is not hit it and see what happens. Let me do what I rolled for, I'm not a loving buff and heal machine. I want to roleplay, too. If y'all keep interrupting me when I'm trying to talk to the DM and trying to put input in game, then I might as well just hand y'all my character sheet and go somewhere else. All you guys seem to let me do is heal and buff you. I didn't roll just to do that, guys. I feel better now.
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| # ¿ Sep 3, 2010 16:42 |
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J. You're a goon, and if you read this, then I guess that's that. Listen, dude. I'm not the girl you want. Really. You think I am, but I'm not. Also, I'm taken, so the point is moot. Yes, I know you are disappointed/mad at the fact that I worked things out with my ex, and we're back together. Yes, I know that your feel bads are hurt. But dude, you really gotta stop with the obsessing. Really. It's not good for you. It's really not healthy that you fly into rages and suicidal spirals when I casually mention him. Not healthy in the slightest. Also slightly intimidating. On that note, dude, get some loving help. You need to work out your issues with your sexuality, your depression and your feeling of hopelessness and abandonment. None of your relationships/friendships are gonna be healthy until you do. Also, quit getting mad over stupid poo poo. I know things are pretty lovely for you, but that's no reason to fly off the handle over dumb poo poo. You KNOW how I react to that sort of thing, considering my history and my family. I'll say it again. Get some help. It's not healthy. And quit going after girls that have baggage. That's just asking for trouble, you know? You tend to go after chicks that are either already taken or that are just getting out of a relationship. You're a good friend for the most part, but I'm also pretty goddamn sick of you trivializing issues that I want to share with you, because y'know, friends talk about important issues with each other. That little debacle that caused our falling out was the final straw. You need to get outside of your own head, J. It seems like every time I try to talk to you about the poo poo that's going down in my life (and it's not little poo poo, either, otherwise I wouldn't want to talk about it) you always end up steering the conversation to how you're so lonely, or I'll have to really carefully monitor what I say so as to not offend you. And a lot of things seem to offend you, dude. What was with blowing up at me over games? One second we were talking about D3, and then out of loving nowhere you slam the desk and start shouting. Really? Also, I am in a relationship. This means that I spend a good amount of my time with my significant other. He's a pretty big part of my life. It stands to reason that I'm going to mention him when I'm talking about things, because HE WAS THERE. It got to the point where I couldn't talk about anything except for mindless poo poo because if I started talking about what was going on in my life, then I'd mention him, and then you'd get scary depressed, and then I'd have to spend the night comforting you. It's cool that you're sad, that's to be expected after what's been going down. Your life isn't that terribly happy at the moment, either. I know this. But dude, flying into a suicidal spiral at the mere mention of M is really bad. In short, dude, get some help, and start letting go of things that hurt you. --Nerdy Mom. I'm 20. I'm in college. I'm getting a job here in the next two weeks or so, and I'm going to be moving out soon. You don't want to hear this, I know. I'm your baby girl, I know. But mom, I can't stay with you and Jeanne forever. I've never really been one to rely on others, and I need independence. Please, stop treating me like I'm still the little five year old with spaghetti in her hair. I'm growing up. I gotta go, mom. I won't leave forever, and you'll still hear from me. I just won't be in the house. I keep trying to talk to you about this, but you won't hear it. It seems like every time I try to talk to you about my decisions, you change the subject. I've gotta grow up sometime, mom. I'm not like Jeanne. I can't stay with you until one of us dies. I love you, momma, but it's time. --Your little girl Jeanne. Dude, seriously. I don't mind grabbing you stuff, but dude you are getting like, real fat, and I think you should get up and get your own drat poo poo once in a while. You're 22, dude. You should be self-sufficient by now. I'm not your damned errand girl. Also, play with the puppy. He misses you.  . And quit worrying about things, it'll be okay. I love you, you giant turd bucket. --Your little sister Mem and Zoe. Quit. Being. Cunts. --You suck. That was long. I feel better now, though. There's prolly gonna be serious poo poo storms of the homefront here soon cuz of this.
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| # ¿ Nov 3, 2010 06:03 |
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Mom, Let me grow up. I'm 20 years old, I'm trying to get my poo poo together and move out, go to school, pay my bills, get another job, all that fun stuff that comes with adulthood. Let me grow up, let me figure this stuff out myself. I appreciate that you're trying to help and you don't want to see your baby leave, but screaming at me, antagonizing me, and lecturing me nonstop is not going to make me want to take your advice. No offense, mom, but you're not exactly the figure of success. You live in your mother's basement, you don't have a thing in your name, you're constantly making the same mistakes over and over. Yeah, you're going back to school, and I'm proud of you for that. That does not mean, however, that you are the end all on all things life related. Let me grow up, mom. I've been nothing but calm and mature, I have a plan, I've showed you my financial plans and obligations, and I've made it clear that I've thought this poo poo through. Just because you ran off with an abusive rear end in a top hat at 16 doesn't mean that I will make the same mistake. You've met M, you know he's a decent, kind man. You've talked to him, and he's helped us out on multiple occasions. He loves me and is good for me. But you keep allowing what happened in your past to jade your views on what's happening around you. I've thought this poo poo out, I'm not just running away because of TWU WUV. You always tell me that I can do anything I set my mind to, that I'm smart and capable and everything you've ever hoped for me to be. So why are you suddenly treating me like some stupid piece of poo poo? I don't expect you to be happy that I'm leaving, but I do expect a modicum of support and a little respect and understanding from you. If you're worried about me, then just let me know that you'll be there if things go wobbly. I'm always going to love you, mom, but I'm not sure if I can like you any more. --Your little girl.
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| # ¿ Feb 3, 2011 01:38 |
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Sister, for fucks sake, sister. You are two years older than I am, grow a loving spine and quit being so neurotic and dependent and lazy all the loving time. You are so smart, and you have an amazing talent when it comes to art. Finish up your loving portfolio so you can go get your master's degree. Also, get some exercise, you're turning into a fatass, which makes you lazier. Also I am not your personal errand girl. I am okay with doing favors for you, I'm really not okay with you asking me for something that you are right loving by. No, I'm not going to hand you your drink. Why? Because I am UPSTAIRS and IN ANOTHER ROOM while you are right by your drink. Seriously, what the gently caress. Quit being so lazy, Your sister C, J is an amazing girl and one of my best friends. You are also one of my best friends. The fact that you two are dating is amazing and wonderful. She's good for you. She's sweet and amazing and six kinds of loving. Yeah, she has her issues but she's working on them and she spends a lot of her time trying to be the best person she can be. You need to shape the gently caress up and start treating her better. That means actually doing something for her on Valentines day and NOT making her pay for dinner. She spent a ton of money on you to make you happy, just because she wanted to. Don't blow her off again. Also, it wasn't cool that you asked her if she wanted a threesome with you and one of her best friends who had just broken up with her boyfriend. What the gently caress, C. That is not even cool. You are a good guy, and you genuinely like to help people, so I wish you'd stop this bullshit and go back to being the amazing friend we all know and love. Lots of love, Nerdy J, You are a wonderful, smart girl and you're one of the best friends I've ever had. I know you've delt with some really lovely stuff in your past, but I really wish that you would start believing in yourself. You're not terrible, people don't hate you and no one thinks you're annoying. Every one of our friends likes your company, and you even make E loosen up. You're a good person, please start believing that. Also, punch C in the nards the next time you have a problem with him. I love that kid dearly, but he can be a bit daft at times. You'll have to be firm with him. We all love you, J. Love love love, Nerdy M and Z, What the gently caress part of "stay out of my room" and "don't touch my stuff" don't you understand? I clean and take care of my own poo poo, and my room is always clean and tidy. Stop going in there, I know you just do it so you can snoop around. You're not "cleaning", you're trying to snoop. Stop that poo poo. Also, when I ask you not to touch me, that means don't loving touch me. It hurts when I am touched. You've had this explained to you many a time. Stop that poo poo. Also, you have a selective memory. I didn't like to be touched when I was a kid, either. and quit screwing Mom over, she doesn't deserve that. Quit being cunts. I wish you'd die already, Nerdy Mom, Quit treating me like I'm five. The more you do that, the harder I work to move out. I love you and I'm not betraying you by moving out. Please cut the cord, thanks. Love, Nerdy That got long, but I feel better now.
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| # ¿ Feb 17, 2011 07:54 |
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silversiren posted:Mom, Dad, You can always get out. Really, I promise. I just (as in, very recently) GTFO out an abusive family household, and now I'm doing really well and getting back on my feet. You can always get out. You just need a little help from your friends. It'll get better, I promise.
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| # ¿ Mar 29, 2011 04:52 |
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Dear friends, I've been through a lot lately and all I want more than anything is to have a nice birthday. Please don't blow me off, I really need my friends right now.  -Nerdy
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| # ¿ May 27, 2011 01:19 |
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Dear friends (again) C'mon guys, please? I could really use some affection right now. Really, even if it's just a call saying happy birthday. You don't even have to come to the party, just call me or leave a message on facebook or something. Please? J's going through a lot of poo poo and she made sure to say happy birthday, so why can't the rest of you? I know HoN is kickass or whatever and it's raid night on WoW or something but can you guys just like, take five seconds during break to leave me a message? I just really need to know you guys give a poo poo. -Nerdy Fake edit: Is there any way to make it so that Grandma is legal guardian of Albert?
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| # ¿ May 27, 2011 19:46 |
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Dear A,. Can't we at least try? I swear to god this is going to be awesome, just go with me on this. -Nerdy.
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| # ¿ Jun 16, 2011 00:59 |
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Dear A, Goddamnit I know you want to get this over with as much as I do, quite being a retard and work with me. -Nerdy Dear friends, Can you please stop making me feel alone even when I'm with you guys? I feel like no one really cares if I'm here or not. -Nerdy Dear family, Shut. The. gently caress. Up. -Nerdy
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| # ¿ Jun 18, 2011 03:04 |
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Hey, bf? I just got back into town after being away for a while, it'd be really nice if you acted like you missed me even a little. I know you like Zelda, but it's not even OoT and I was really hoping you'd at least be somewhat happy to see me. I know I missed you while I was gone, but I guess you didn't miss me very much. -Nerdy
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| # ¿ Jun 23, 2011 22:12 |
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Dear J, Look, I know that getting a mostly black area done on a tattoo is going to hurt. I am well aware of this fact, thanks. Just design the loving thing, would you? I paid you for it and everything. -Nerdy Dear friends, Can we please hang out more? It's kinda lonely around here without you guys, I'll even buy the food. I miss you all. -Nerdy Dear Family, I thought you might get the hint after I left and spent most of my time avoiding you that I might not want to live with you any more, let alone pick up and move to Santa Fe with you. You're still my family and I'm never going to forget the few good times we had, and I'll always love that part of you. But I can't deal with living with the two of you- it's not good for me and I can't really get over everything that happened in the last few years. Sister, I am sorry that I can't come back. I love you and I miss you more than anything, but I just can't. I can't. I wish you would hurry up and become self sufficient and move out. You need to live your own life and figure out what you want to do, not what mom wants you to do. I know that you just want everyone to be happy, but you can't just lay down and take it anymore. You deserve to be able to live your life how you want it, not how anyone else tells you you need to live it. Please, please realize this. I can't protect you any more. I was there for everything, protected you as well as I could from how things are/were, but I can't do that any more. You need to wake up. And mom, I'm your daughter, yes. I will always remember the good times and I will always love you for everything you ever did to support me. But I also remember the bad times and honestly, the bad times overshadow the good most of the time. I know you probably didn't mean for anything that happened to have happened, but it hurt me nonetheless. I know you were trying to help, but the way you went about it really only made things worse. Telling me that I'm just like dad doesn't motivate me, it just depressed me and hurt me more than you know. Also, if you're trying to get someone to stop being depressed, the best way to go about that probably isn't to tell them that it's their fault they're depressed, and that that they have no right to feel that way, and that they need to just suck it up and deal with the abuse. That didn't help very much. So no, I won't be going with you to Santa Fe. -Nerdy
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| # ¿ Jun 29, 2011 02:23 |
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Corridor posted:Did you tell her this? Yeah, I tried to talk to my sister about it, but she won't listen to me. She thinks I hate her and that I was wrong for leaving. I wish she'd get out of there. I love her and I just want her to be happy. And yeah, yay family therapy methods. I have a condition where I get overstimulated by everyday things sometimes, and when I was a kid, I didn't know how to deal with it, so I'd scream and cry. Mom's solution was to beat the poo poo out of me. But, you know. Mother knows best.  Content! Dear A and G and T, Goddamnit guys come hang out more often jesus. I miss you fuckers. That goes double for you, T. Quit being a hermit, everyone in our group of friends wishes you'd come around more. We love you and miss you, quit being antisocial and playing CS all the time. Come hang out, drat it. <3 Nerdy
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| # ¿ Jun 29, 2011 20:02 |
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Dear J Please, please don't turn out to be one of those creepy motherfuckers. God knows I've had enough of those. -Nerdy
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| # ¿ Jul 5, 2011 06:31 |
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dear boyfriend, how could you do that to me? -nerdy
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| # ¿ Aug 1, 2011 02:14 |
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Dear A. Look, dude. We've been good friends for a fuckton of years. We dated for all of six months back when we were teens. We're much older now, don't you think you should have let the gently caress go by now? It's been THREE YEARS, dude. That's a long rear end time. Do me a favor and quit with all this Nice Guy passive aggressive bullshit. First you decide that, hey, I'm talking about my boyfriend, now's a perfect time to reveal that you are still "deep down" in love with me. Dude, no. You're my friend and I love you as such, but I really am not interested. That's pretty much why we broke up, if you hadn't realized. Also, enough with the whole "must one up whoever she mentions she has some sort fo affection for." Our mutual friend is my closest friend, he just happens to be male. And unlike you, he's not harboring this creepy, obsessive infatuation with me, okay? People from opposite genders are perfectly capable of being platonic friends. When I mention that I appreciated the early bday gift R gave me, do me a favor and don't fall over yourself telling me this AMAZING IDEA you are going to do for my bday- while I appreciate that you care about me and think of me, I know it's not because you genuinely want to make me happy. Everything you do anymore is a desperate bid for affection. Why can't you just calm the gently caress down? I hate even seeing you get online anymore, because I know if I'm online too, you'll spam me with messages. And you're always online! I can't even play my steam games anymore because you'll spam the gently caress out of it. Either loving stop this bullshit or we can't be friends anymore, dude. It's a moot point. I'm not interested, I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn't again, I DON'T LIKE YOU THAT WAY. gently caress off.
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| # ¿ May 4, 2012 17:07 |
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Hey A, Quit being such a loving self-pitying twat. I just asked to be given some space- I don't like talking all day, every day. I like being left pretty much to my own devices, and you've been super clingy lately on top of all this drama bombing. Do me a favor and go back to the cool dude you were, okay? I miss my friend. And let me know you're okay.
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| # ¿ May 5, 2012 15:25 |
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Alright, A, gently caress you, then. I was trying to make a conversation, patch things up, make things okay again. Why you gotta be a dick, dude? You know I swear like a loving sailor- I have since we met! And when I'm trying to talk to you and patch things up you say that you don't appreciate my "tone". What tone? I told you that I think you're a pretty loving amazing friend when you're not all caught up in things, and told you that you're really goddamn important to me. And I have a TONE? gently caress you, sorry I offended your goddamn delicate sensibilities! Eat a dick.
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| # ¿ May 6, 2012 07:24 |
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Horrible Smutbeast posted:Nor should I or my husband have to make you a list of things to do in the morning when you wake up, like remembering to take a shower and change your clothes.  I... what?
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| # ¿ May 7, 2012 01:41 |
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Dude. A. Seriously. Quit being so creepy and awkward! If you keep bringing every conversation about how you'd like to date/bone me ha ha ha only joking I swear to god I will stomp on your loving face. Seriously. You're making it really awkward and hard to talk to you, because that's all you ever want to talk about, only you preface it with nice guy bullshit about how I mean so much to you as a friend. Newsflash, dude, friends don't say that poo poo. I get it- you're still interested in me after all these years. That's flattering and all, but it ain't gonna happen. I'm not interested and I'm in a stable, serious relationship. Let me repeat that because you don't seem to get it every time I tell you. I. Am. Not. Interested. I. Am. In. A. Relationship. There, is that blunt enough for you? And every time I ask you to knock that poo poo off, you act like a loving baby and whine about how you're such a bad person/friend and oh let you just slit your throat and expire at my pretty feet. It's creepy, stop it. And yeah, I'd like for you and R to come visit! It'd make me really happy to see you guys. You're both good friends to me! But every time we talk about it/make plans, you inevitably bring it back to sexual things. Dude, seriously! Yes, we will probably see each other in our pajamas. Oh noooo. you'll get to see my stained, ratty, holey loving sweats. So sexy. No, I'm not going to be inspecting you or R for boners.  Yes, you're both dudes and I'm a chick. Oh poo poo. R doesn't have an issue with this, why do you? I doubt I will be overcome with lust in your presence. And R won't, either. You're the only one who seems to be an issue- it's to the point where I'm thinking that I'm not going to invite you! Quit being so loving creepy! You know what R and I talk about? Playing video games, what food we'd like to cook, what drinking games we'll play, what he should pack- normal poo poo! It's not loving hard to not be a creeper! You know, when I tease R about making my heart go all aflutter- it's exactly that- a joke. He knows it, I know it, L(my bf) knows it, you're the only one who takes those sorts of good-natured jokes seriously. And they're not even directed toward you. Then you go all broodyface and say you think about drinking bleach. Not everything has a deeper meaning! It's not even loving something that could be misconstrued! How does "Oh r-senpai you make my kokoro go all dokidoki~" seem like serious flirting? Answer? It doesn't. You should be able to tell the difference between the way I joke at R and the way I talk to L. What the hell is wrong with you? And when I say something offhand, I don't have layers of deeper meaning attached to it- I don't know where you learned about girls, but not everything is a secret message meant for you to decode. "I got wicked farts today" is not secretly a message meaning "I love you, oh man who can decode my messages!" And I can't out and out tell you these things because then you go all depressive and awful and I feel like a shithead. Just please, please go back to just being my friend. I miss the A that I used to know, instead of this awful nice guy that you've become.
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| # ¿ May 9, 2012 05:51 |
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Corridor posted:I think that at this point you should probably just email him this whole post. If I thought it would help, I would. I've told him this before. I miss my old friend.
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| # ¿ May 9, 2012 09:50 |
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wren posted:My psychiatrist wanted me to try it. I am honestly afraid of what my Mom does when she doesn't get attention. In the past it was calling an ambulance every month or getting herself into debt and destroying her home. She waited until a lawyer pushed it through to remove her electricity AND lines the last time I pulled back (I was in the hospital but that didn't matter to her). I fear that she will/could do me damage that at this point if it interrupted my medical care I would kick off in a pathetic gross way. Sooner. She doesn't comprehend that I am more ill than her and it isn't a race anyway. In her mind I owe her. She wants me to move her in and take care of her. Wren, I just want to say that I really wish you wouldn't talk to your mom anymore. You were the one that gave me the courage to sever from my own manipulative family. You and Humanoid and your unending support through the whole thing gave me the strength and courage to stand up to something that's kept me down for years. You're ill and you need to concentrate on just living your life and getting better. I know this stress certainly can't help. I know I'm just some internet stranger, but I just want you to know that I don't think you deserve that- you deserve to be happy. I know if I can do it, you certainly can. Sorry, I just really like you and I don't like seeing these posts from someone who deserves so so so much better. If you want to talk, my email is nerdynautilus at gmail dot com. Um, on topic: Friends Learn to loving manage your time. If you say you'll be here for dinner at 7, please loving arrive as close to 7 as possible- that is when I will have food ready, green ready, and vidya/movies ready. That doesn't mean waltz in around 9 when I'm pissed and starting to get tired- I have to work in the morning! I know most of you are done with school and don't have jobs, but I have to work! Not everyone gets to lay around until the semester starts again. I love you guys, but learn to tell time. E Dude, you're basically the brother I always wanted- do me a favor, quit being so goddamned hermitty and give me a call once in a while. Love you, you grumpy robot man.
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| # ¿ May 18, 2012 05:13 |
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Dear self. Please, please just hang in there until they fix your meds again, okay? I know it's hard. But we can't just keep stopping whatever we're doing and curling up into the fetal position. It's not productive. Also, stop with the panic attacks, please. Love, self.
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| # ¿ May 22, 2012 23:18 |
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Dear M It's been nearly half a year since we broke up, and now that I've wrapped my head around everything, I have some things I need to get off my chest. You are the worst person I have ever had the misfortune of dating, and that's not an exaggeration. I deluded myself that a lot of what happened wasn't so bad, but I can't lie to myself if I want to move past this completely. Getting me drunk and taking advantage of me multiple times was not okay. Just because I was your girlfriend didn't make it okay. You are a dispicable loving person for doing that. Letting me be homeless for three months was not okay, and using sex as a bartering chip was just wrong. Pressuring me into telling you about my abusive family before I was ready and then telling me to grow up and move past it was lovely in the extreme. Instead of helping me work through my problems like how someone you'd dated for three years would, you tried to shut me up with a massive amount of booze and drugs. Then you cheated on me and brought her home before I could even find a place to live, because "(I) wasn't fun anymore". You are an awful human being and I was really happy when I heard that you can't even bed desperate morbidly obese furry chicks and that you quit your well paying job so you'd have more time to play WoW. I laughed until I cried when I heard that your mom kicked you out. You're a terrible person and I'm not going to dwell on what you did to me anymore. I have someone who treats me right, who respects and loves me for who I am. I'm not gonna let you haunt my thoughts anymore. Good riddence to bad garbage. -B
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| # ¿ Jul 29, 2012 07:32 |
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You deserve someone much better than him, Dabbo. I know I'm just some internet weirdo, but shoot me a pm if you ever need to talk. You can also reach me at my username minus girl at gmail dot com. I really hope your boy is as wonderful as you deserve.  On topic: R, I'm worried about you, man, can you please please get in touch with me? I've left a shitton of messages for you, but you haven't answered. I know you're kinda in a bad mood over the fight with C, but can you at least let me and A know you're okay? Love ya, buddy. -B
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| # ¿ Aug 1, 2012 08:37 |
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gently caress you, Matt. No, really, go gently caress yourself. I finally move on from all the poo poo you did and all the things you put me through- I moved to a new state, started my life over and I've been happy for once. I haven't felt guilty or awful or wanted to drink myself into a coma for ages. Then you decide to be the awful scummy person you are and contact me- not to say sorry, or to make amends, but to ask me for two small, worthless items. Why not ask for those when you threw me out onto the street, huh? Why wait until nearly half a year after the fact? You're a piece of poo poo, Matt. You really are. You threw away everything I had to leave behind after you treated me like trash. My clothes, my teapots, my dishes and books- all gone because you threw them in the dumpster the moment I was out of the door. gently caress you. I threw away your poo poo when I moved. You are the scum of the earth and I hope you get everything you deserve and soon. How dare you. How loving dare you. You are what you eat, Matt, and you're a dick. gently caress yourself. -B
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| # ¿ Aug 3, 2012 04:25 |
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Namarrgon posted:Hey I remember your thread and situation. Best of luck to you. I'm doing fairly well now, even with a few health problems. I'm pretty happy mostly, but occasionally my pissant of an ex feels the need to contact me to ruin my day. I'm okay, just angry.
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| # ¿ Aug 3, 2012 10:33 |
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K, Dude, I know that you've got a cold and that sucks. Really, it's lovely. You know what's not alright, though? Pretending like your loving leg has been cut off. You know that some of our other friends and me have been hospitalized in the last few months and we're still dealing with pretty severe health problems. I'm not saying you're not allowed to complain, but it is pretty loving insensitive to act like you're going to die when at least one of our group has a life threatening illness, and the rest of us aren't in too great of shape. Expecially if you act "so sick" and complain loudly and endlessly to said people. Not cool, dude. It's just a stuffy nose, you're not dying. Also I don't feel like voice chatting, and guilting me about it isn't gonna make me more likely to. I've been ill, I'm busy doing things, and whenever we do voice chat, I'm the one carrying the conversation. All you do is mumble and make me uncomfortable by saying I have a cute voice every three seconds. That's not conversation, dude, that's creepy. And quit making me feel like I'm betraying you because I'm closer to R than I am to you. He's known me longer and we've talked about a lot of poo poo and been through a lot of issues together. He's my very best friend. That doesn't mean I hate you. Pressuring me to tell you things I don't feel comfortable talking about just so we can be closer as friends is doing the opposite of what you think it does. Basically, chill the gently caress out, dude. -B
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| # ¿ Aug 5, 2012 22:25 |
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^^^ This. Oh god, this. Listen, buddy. I have had a lovely loving day and all I want to do is purchase my lovely rice and my lovely meat and lovely vegetables and lovely booze so I can go home and cook my lovely dinner and get buzzed and relax. I've been standing in line behind you this whole time, and I've managed to get my money ready, have my coupons out and my ID, all ready to go when I get to the cashier. You, on the other hand, have been staring at the gum, eyes glazed and mouth slightly agape, a single tremulous drop of spit caught on your lip. You are perhaps considering whether you want to get gum so you can chew it loudly and obnoxiously (I know you're one of those people or you wouldn't be doing this), but you've neglected to get your money out, your ID, your membership card or anything else. So when it's your turn, you shuffle with dull suprise towards the poor cashier, and she and I share a glance. We know what is coming. You watch her with a sort of fuzzy wonder as she scans your booze, your ez-mac and your dog food. I'm silently pleading for you to please, please get your money out and your ID ready, because you look even younger than I do and I know you're going to need it. But no. Instead you wait until the cashier asks for these things, then you fish your wallet out of your back pocket, slowly and carefully go through it, and pull out a checkbook. She also asks for your ID again. You roll your eyes and huff in annoyance and fish that out too, very slowly. You ignore her telling you that you don't have to make out the check, she can just feed it into the machine and it will take out the proper amount. Instead you painstakingly write out your check. I have had a lovely day and now I have to pee. I wait in silence, though. I'm polite and I know it'd start more trouble for the poor cashier if I were to start a fight. You finally hand her the check and excruciatingly slowly you put your bags into your cart. You meander off, eyes glazed over again. Silently, I wish for your death. ... I may have a bit of a problem with these kinds of people.
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| # ¿ Aug 10, 2012 02:56 |
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^^^ People are really loving creepy. People like to pick me up because I'm very short or rub my head because my head is shaved without even so much as asking me first. I've taken to flipping the gently caress out when people do that so they learn that, hey, maybe you shouldn't touch women without asking first. Dear neighbors, Yes, it's still technically the weekend, but it's also Sunday and that means the work week starts tomorrow. I'm also ill and need sleep. So arguing very loving loudly at two in the morning is really not something I appreciate. Your dog does not understand english. Yes, really. Reasoning with it won't make it do what you want it to, and if you put the little yappy fucker outside to pee or fed it once in a while I bet it'd be way more well behaved. How about you make it go pee outside, feed it, and actually train the little rat looking thing? Maybe then it wouldn't bark to be let outside and you wouldn't have to argue with each other very loudly about it while trying to reason with it. Also, you're way too loving loud with everything you do. Talking, taking out the trash, everything. I can hear your loving TV when I go out to my garage. It's that loving loud. Maybe you should invest in a hearing aide or sit closer to the television. Also maybe get a collar with a bell on it, because your constant game of marco-polo is killing me. Every three minutes, I can hear you yelling "WHERE ARE YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHERE ARE YOU" to the other person. You're both grown rear end adults and I'm pretty sure you shouldn't have to have a GPS tracker on each other just to go to the toilet. Also I feel bad for your family who comes by and cleans, because it's obvious that you put forth zero effort into keeping your house at least clean enough to not resemble a pit. And quit parking your loving car juuuust so that I have to play car tetris just to get my lovely car out of the driveway. That's a huge dick move. Actually, everything you people do is a giant dick move. You block the driveway with your car, and when you don't do that, it's your trash bins. You also leave your trash bins out way longer than you should. We have bears here, idiots, if you leave your bins out they'll come looking for food. I don't know about you, but I don't really want to be trapped in my house because some idiot left their bins out. Of course, if I say anything to you, you scream and act like a child throwing a tantrum. You're older than me, you should be able to act like adults! gently caress you, neighbors. -B
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| # ¿ Aug 13, 2012 07:52 |
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^^^ Is this about suicide? Because if it is it's not worth it, man. It gets better, I promise it does, it just takes a hella long time. Shoot me a pm if you want to vent.
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| # ¿ Aug 15, 2012 23:20 |
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Oh god, wren. She was such a wonderful person. Rest in peace, and thank you for everything you did and all the people you helped.
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| # ¿ Aug 20, 2012 14:13 |
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Dear aquarium goers, It's not hard to be considerate, polite and observant towards others. Really, it's not. So when we're all wandering through the aquarium, you'll notice that I didn't do any of the following: Step on toes Push a bug gently caress off stroller into the backs of everyone's legs Allow 3-5 screaming children to tap on the glass, scream, shove past people, spill poo poo on the floor, and generally make everything lovely Take flash photography when there are signs posted everywhere not to do it Stand right in front of people that are trying to look at the fish. It's not hard, people. I saw a bunch of parents today that controlled their children, were courteous and were generally nice. You, though, giant fat woman with the 3 screaming toddlers and two teeny tots in a stroller, you are an awful person. I had the displeasure of you following me wherever I went, regardless of whether I went forward or backwards or wherever. And every time, you stood there, glassy eyed, mouth agape and breath whistling while your hellspawn wrecked everyone's days, banged on the glass, spilled soda everywhere (even though we're not supposed to have drinks/food in here), screamed like banshees and seriously made me consider throwing them in the shark tank. Control your loving kids, you obnoxious cow. gently caress off -B
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| # ¿ Sep 1, 2012 23:00 |
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Pew! Pew! posted:Dear mom,  What.
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| # ¿ Sep 15, 2012 16:35 |
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Dear self, It's okay, you can do this. Really, you can. It's a lovely situation but you've got it handled and you only have to put up with it for a little while until you can get yourself fixed. It is okay to feel bad about what happened. It will be okay, we just have to hang on a little while longer. We got this, hang on. Love Nerdy
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| # ¿ Sep 18, 2012 13:16 |
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It's just something lovely that happened at work that I' probably overreacting about. I just need to hang in there long enough to find something better.
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| # ¿ Sep 18, 2012 15:39 |
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Dear Momo kitty You have food, your litter is clean and we played for a good hour. Let me get my work done! I need to draw these things if I am gonna buy more kitty treats for your fat fuzzy butt. -N
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| # ¿ Sep 21, 2012 22:26 |
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^^^^ Mombies, brood, really? What is this, livejournal? Dear owner of place I will no longer be working at because I quit, gently caress you, there is never a time when a woman is "asking" to be molested, groped, raped or otherwise. I don't care if she's running around stark naked except for stragetically placed bits of tape, unless she specifically gives consent no one has the right to touch her. The fact that you told me it was my fault that I got groped at work was the last loving straw. Also, how was what I was wearing in any way inappropriate? It was a long sleeved blouse and slacks and not showing any skin. What kind of hosed up rear end backwards world that you live in is it that that's considered inappropriate or slutty? I was just as covered as you were. Also askign why you didn't get groped in a disappointed voice is not a good way to handle what happened. And when M was puking and was very obviously ill, the correct response is not to tell her to wait it out until close (2 loving hours away, btw), the correct response is to come back to your store and man the place so that she can go home and puke in the privacy of her own house, or ask me to stay for some overtime so that she can go home- I would have said yes! Oh, but I forget, you don't let anyone have full time, let alone overtime. The schedule you posted makes it so that everyone adds up to exactly 39 hours, juuuust enough so that you don't have to provide benefits. I understand it's a small business, but seriously? I really hope J, M, E, and the two C's find a place to work that gives them nice full schedules, because they're all very nice and deserve it. Another thing- when I get my work done quickly and efficiently and have nothing to do but tend to the register and wait for customers, it's not really that great of an idea to reprimand me for not "looking busy". M eventually just let me know that if I refolded the same shirt over and over that you wouldn't notice and would be pleased that I'm "busy". I quiiiiiiit -N
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| # ¿ Sep 22, 2012 05:41 |
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Yeah, I can agree with that. No, dudes, you can't let your kid climb on top of the delicate glass ornament display what is wrong with youuuuuuuu.
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| # ¿ Sep 22, 2012 19:13 |
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| # ¿ May 18, 2013 21:37 |
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R, I'm sorry, dude. I really am. I thought we were joking around and then you went full on rage mode out of nowhere. I don't know what I said that pissed you off so much, but whatever it was I'm sorry. I just want my friend back. Love F A, Don't do it, dude. You're really blatant about it and it's not gonna work. I think you're cool and wouldn't mind having you in bed, but I really don't want a relationship right now, let alone a long distance one. I'm not in the right place for it right now. Please just distance yourself from me. I'd rather not have to give you the talk. B
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