I am such a coward >_< (letters to friends I suck at talking to)
Please, keep your comments anon. :3 And they shall be screened.
Dear Friend #1:
I love you. I really do. You're awesome at drawing, and writing. You're funky and full of gay, and of course that's always a bonus. 8D
But I do miss roleplaying with you, even if it was only for short bursts. It'd start off fine...then you'd lose interest after maybe one or two sessions. We'd get psyched again, rp again, and two days later the same thing. Then, for this past year, maybe longer...you've been brushing me off entirely. I think I've only heard about you rp'ing with one person this whole time...
And always your message reads the same to me.
"Go find someone else. I'm not interested. Shoo."
I've even tried to get interested in your current fandoms... and nothing.
I guess I'm kind of an annoyance, bugging you all the time. But please. Don't make me keep beating on the same dead horse. If you don't like me, don't like how I rp, don't like my stupid face, just tell me so. I'll still love you, and I won't bother you if you just want to keep going about your current business.
Dear Friend #2:
I REALLY love you. Truly I do. But for godsakes woman, GET SOME ORIGINALITY. I've been rp'ing with you for what, 3 years? And it's always the same Deus ex Machina you pull out of your ass. Every. Single. TIME.
No new characters.
No new worlds.
Just....nothing.
Oh, and since we're roommates now?
GET SOME MOTIVATION.
You still haven't helped me with my cosplay (which I need by late February!) nor have you even started working on your own. Your room is a disaster area and a fire hazard. I know, I know. You don't have time. Well...as of today I am putting you on RP HIATUS until we get some of this shit cleared up. And it'll give me a break too. Because I'm sick of your Deus ex Machina always showing up in everything we do.
Dear Friend #3:
YOU.
Yes, YOU.
For all 5 years of high school you gave me nothing but grief and annoyance. You ignored me when your boyfriend was around. You USED me and my house so you could cuddle and make out with him without your parents knowing. You completely BLEW ME OFF for a full half semester for whatever stupid reason and came back only when you needed a make out nest again.
And when you went off to Phoenix and had your way, you turned into a complete bitch. You ignored me for months at a time, broke I don't know how many promises to keep dates (you had very clever excuses for some, others you never even bothered), and then tried to rope me into your clever plan to have me move down there and live with you. And your husband. Who has a violent custody battle going on, a seven year old, and oh yeah--apparently at the time you thought you might be pregnant.
To that, I say..well, fuck you, frankly.
You wanted me to move into a volatile situation like that? Was it just to have me help with the rent, or were you planning on using me as a live-in nanny too?
And now, again--when you're whoring for attention, or you need something, or whatever your reason is...you contact me again. Whining that you had "a bad dream" like you always do when you want people to pay attention to you.
I'm sorry, toots. But I'm tired of being your sometimes-friend. Your dolly that you take out of its box every once in a while so you can tell your problems to it and hug it. I'm cutting the strings.
Dear Friend #1:
I love you. I really do. You're awesome at drawing, and writing. You're funky and full of gay, and of course that's always a bonus. 8D
But I do miss roleplaying with you, even if it was only for short bursts. It'd start off fine...then you'd lose interest after maybe one or two sessions. We'd get psyched again, rp again, and two days later the same thing. Then, for this past year, maybe longer...you've been brushing me off entirely. I think I've only heard about you rp'ing with one person this whole time...
And always your message reads the same to me.
"Go find someone else. I'm not interested. Shoo."
I've even tried to get interested in your current fandoms... and nothing.
I guess I'm kind of an annoyance, bugging you all the time. But please. Don't make me keep beating on the same dead horse. If you don't like me, don't like how I rp, don't like my stupid face, just tell me so. I'll still love you, and I won't bother you if you just want to keep going about your current business.
Dear Friend #2:
I REALLY love you. Truly I do. But for godsakes woman, GET SOME ORIGINALITY. I've been rp'ing with you for what, 3 years? And it's always the same Deus ex Machina you pull out of your ass. Every. Single. TIME.
No new characters.
No new worlds.
Just....nothing.
Oh, and since we're roommates now?
GET SOME MOTIVATION.
You still haven't helped me with my cosplay (which I need by late February!) nor have you even started working on your own. Your room is a disaster area and a fire hazard. I know, I know. You don't have time. Well...as of today I am putting you on RP HIATUS until we get some of this shit cleared up. And it'll give me a break too. Because I'm sick of your Deus ex Machina always showing up in everything we do.
Dear Friend #3:
YOU.
Yes, YOU.
For all 5 years of high school you gave me nothing but grief and annoyance. You ignored me when your boyfriend was around. You USED me and my house so you could cuddle and make out with him without your parents knowing. You completely BLEW ME OFF for a full half semester for whatever stupid reason and came back only when you needed a make out nest again.
And when you went off to Phoenix and had your way, you turned into a complete bitch. You ignored me for months at a time, broke I don't know how many promises to keep dates (you had very clever excuses for some, others you never even bothered), and then tried to rope me into your clever plan to have me move down there and live with you. And your husband. Who has a violent custody battle going on, a seven year old, and oh yeah--apparently at the time you thought you might be pregnant.
To that, I say..well, fuck you, frankly.
You wanted me to move into a volatile situation like that? Was it just to have me help with the rent, or were you planning on using me as a live-in nanny too?
And now, again--when you're whoring for attention, or you need something, or whatever your reason is...you contact me again. Whining that you had "a bad dream" like you always do when you want people to pay attention to you.
I'm sorry, toots. But I'm tired of being your sometimes-friend. Your dolly that you take out of its box every once in a while so you can tell your problems to it and hug it. I'm cutting the strings.