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Dear Covert Bully

You are fooling no one but the supervisors

Me

... on which a part of me would rather pray for others. And so they can move on with their lives.

My heart wants to accept and believe in humanity, as much as the rest of me protests.
For what it was, for what it is now, and for what it can become.

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Dear aholes

I'm super cheesed off and it's in all directions.

Me

Dear physical body,

I've had enough of your treachery.
Just pull your freaking head in.

Raleigh.

Dad
It is almost impossible to talk to you these days.
Idk if it's wilful ignorance, your illness making you lack intelligence you once had or society leaving you behind.
I kind of hope it's the first one. That would be malicious but a choice and make me annoyed rather than sad for you.
Just text me back about something basic like football ok?

Dear (person)

You knew how much I enjoyed talking with you. We had the same humor and everything. You admitted it to me. You told me that you didn't want to lose me. You never got creeped out when I was being honest with my (sometimes contradicting) emotions. You always understood, and I had immense respect for you. Even if you knew I had feelings for you, you never let it become awkward. You resolved right away, and I was all the happier for it. But what am I supposed to think when I hear nothing from you for months? When you don't even continue a conversation until hours later, every damn time, how am I supposed to feel? Every time I had attempted to revive it, it was always a blunt response from you. I have thought thoroughly about it, and I see no reason why this should be happening. You would've told me. I trusted you, and you had told me that you did want to lose our friendship. It's embarrasing. I say goodbye, and you still take hours between responses. Did you even care? What happened?

Well, was it worth it?

Was intruding into my home while I was asleep to try to rob me of my life's blood worth being squashed like the worthless parasite you were?  Were your last feelings of satisfaction and pleasure, or were you puzzled by the sudden loss of any sensation at all?  You worthless insect, I hope you felt some sense of failure for your short, miserable life.

You stupid mosquito.

I have a difficult time believing I'll still be alive the next time someone understands what I've been on about all this time. Not that I know why I'm saying this as of right now, but thanks to the precious few who challenged that presumption.

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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos

Dear you

You are an idiot, the worst type too, the sort that insists loudly that they are correct by reiterating the same idiot level statement.

I guess if you can only hear your own voice then you haven't really heard contradictory information, only confirmation.

I just dont know how we are related.

Lots of something
Me

Actually I'm an artist who reads a lot but do go off...

Not like either of us is actually liked by the system. Although trying to have manners would help you...

Thank you. Please don't use EVERYTHING at your disposal.

I am trying hard not to get into an argument cos I love you.

Please stop pushing for one.

Your SON.

No cos if I post what I think I will get banned.

Let's just say f**k you.

Hi S,
Why are you obsessed with me?
It's weird.
Is that what 2 lots of 9 in a row with no tax dodging does to a rival?
10 will absolutely break you, if so.

Dear (You),
I wish I knew how to communicate with you - it's been a couple of years since we last spoke in person, a year now since we last communicated briefly using technology. I doubt our communications mean the same thing to you as they did to me. It would be baffling, from your perspective, seeing as my feelings (which are so uncommon to form) were so strong they prevented me from looking at you, seeking you out the way I wish I could. I wish I could tell you that I love(d) you; it might be unfair to use the present tense because of, well, the longer distance and the lack of real communication. I care about you but have lost the ability to communicate that even through the vague 'likes' and 'loves' system the internet gives me. It sucks, but anyways.
From (Me)