I know you don't care about me anymore. I'm sorry. but I just want you to know. I still love you.

>>16808 Get online, we need to talk.

If you saw the accidental thread post anon, I apologize

Just draw. Pick up your pencil and get to work. I know he way is frustrating and long but there is nothing better in life than being able to create something that looks good and makes you happy, that's why men have been pursuing crafts throughout human history. Don't be scared of the ai boogie man, your art has at least soul Keep drawing anon. I know you will make it

I'd really like to see if an actual relationship would work between us but I'm too afraid of fucking up the little friend group thing we have.

Hi anon. Just fucking notice me already and figure out what I did. I enjoy talking to you and adding you was such a good idea, but things can be easier once you figure out who I am you dummy. I even find talking to you more fun than the threads nowadays. You’re so cute it’s unbelievable ughhhhh

I haven't forgotten about you, not even for a single second. I still haven't met anyone I'd be willing to die for like I would for you. I feel like you've moved on already though and this is just me scraping at a pus filled wound that will never heal. So I just want to apologize to you for everything that I've done. I hope I never tainted you into changing who you are in any way shape or form just to make yourself appeal to me more or make me feel happy. I felt happy just being there talking with you about the dumbest pointless shit imaginable because you were there to listen and be my fucking friend. For the first time in 5 years it felt like no one had any ulterior motive, no backstabbing, no taking advantage of, none of that. I could just be my weird fucking self and you accepted that. Sometimes when I dream I see you, and I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Somehow I know it's you, even if you look a little different. But that personality is always unmistakable. If it makes you uncomfortable reading it, I apologize. But you are the single most influential person in my life. I'll wrap it up by wishing you the best. You've never given up on yourself despite your life being far harder than mine and you're turning into a shooting star of success through grit and determination. I'm not sure what I'll do in the future, but if our paths ever cross again, be it the best circumstances or the worst, know that I will do whatever it takes to make us happy. Goodbye for now Starry Angel, Cursed Devil

I don't know why I'm writing this here where I know for a fact you'll never find it... Maybe that's the point. Funny, isn't it? That after a decade I haven't gathered the guts not to tremble under your shadow. I know what the reply would be anyways, kind, gentle, patient, worried and that would split me in twain. I prefer to think you have forgotten me, even if that is selfish. The house is quieter now, less and less in it, day in and day out. The lights flicker, the sink is clogged, the bathroom leaks, the paint and even the mortar is falling off. In some places the roof is starting to cave in. Don't go on walks every night as I used to either, don't have anyone or anything to do it with anymore. I stopped drawing, stopped writing, stopped singing but I'm glad that you didn't even if you seem to have reached your apex already. You probably did before I even meet you, still I'm glad you don't torture yourself with the small things anymore, you always had the crispier, more gentle lines, with those little twirls and bends that made me crack a dopey smile. Sorry if I wasted your time, if I was unreasonable, if I asked too much of something I'm not sure you were capable of giving, maybe at the time I thought I was being reasonable. In retrospect? I probably was being covetous, demanding, asphyxiating and even petty, I never accepted the plushie you made for me after all, but still, you were the first, and only person that listened to me from dusk to dawn, even when your schedule was tighter than mine. I tried to find you in others, to emulate your patience, your magnanimity, but you can probably guess I came short. Always an inch short. Picked so many quirks from each attempt that you'd probably not recognize me anymore, which might be for the best. I suppose I'm glad that before all is, was, said and done I got to listen to that recording I asked of you, so many, many years ago. Even when I got others to do it for you, it was eye opening. It made it all click. I guess that's why I stopped trying, with you, it clicked that I was the only one tugging at the rope, and asphyxiating us both, specially myself. I didn't want you, I wanted a moment in time, seen through a blurry lens. I wanted more of what hooked me in, utterly and completely to the point I became asphyxiating, until I gave you all of my time, for that moment in time. I'm sorry longears. I probably won't be ever seeing you or talking to you again. I'm going north. If not in a few weeks, next month. If not next month, the one after, but it is set in stone. I need to leave this place, I must leave this place. It has become a prison and I know I'll die here, bitter and miserable if I don't. There's nothing for me here anymore. I want to at least die, bitter and miserable, somewhere else, under a new sky, breathing a different air. It was nice to have crossed paths with you. You made me who I am and broke me apart. You put in my tastebuds the exact flavour that I want to drown in for the rest of my life, however long that might be. That's why I'm going north, as far as my feet can take me. I want to feel snow between my fingers. I want so much more, even if I'm not sure I deserve it I still want it. Sorry. I tried... At least I know for fact, that I tried.

Put a chair against the door And turn the lights down low Write a letter to yourself No one will ever know Tell them all about the girl Who just refused to fall Oh, my Lord https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc_oPIO_FaM

>>16804 no

>>17046 I'm curious as to whether this is someone I know or not.. Australian?

>>16804 You got this idea from the unsent letters thread on crystal.cafe didn't you?

Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’ I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not’ve got ’em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’ Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em But anyways, fuck it, what’s been up, man? How’s your daughter? My girlfriend’s pregnant too, I’m ’bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I’ma call her? I’ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I’m sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn’t want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I’m your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan