Dear Great Gramma Snek
Thank you for all you have done for me.
Wishing you all the best of love and a long happy life.
My dearest waifu,
I love you. I wish every day that I could be with you. Of all the horrors this world has to offer, the most acute pain for me is knowing that you will never exist in this world. Please, wait for me in Gensokyo.
this is not a high quality letter
hey you fucking cuck
i'm jerking off to you and writing cheeky comments and never sending them. how is this hard to understand?
just trying to blow my fucking load without hurting anybody, but no i'm still the fucking villain. am i oppressing you hiding in my basement rubbing myself and burning your image into my warped brain chemistry? maybe i just want to pretend for a second that there's some other reality where i would be smart enough to help you because in this one all i'm doing fuck all.
i'm going in the opposite direction of normal person with a successful career. post more thigh please.
I think about you a lot. I am doing okay on my own, I swear. I'm keeping busy with music. I'm back on the drugs, unfortunately. But they're stimulants, just like you said I should get on. Not saying you're the reason I'm taking them. You know how I feel, really awful about being sober. I need them to kill the emptiness. I know you say you don't care, but I'm really sure you do and I'm ashamed of myself. I've been staying up for far longer than someone with my condition should.
I hope you're doing okay. I wish I could call you or send you letters. I wish your family didn't hate me, so I could send you some messages through them. Even if they're small, like "I'm doing okay". I hope you're not slowly losing your mind in there. The hospital fucked me up. All that observation and forced interaction. I know you wanna get your brain zapped, I know it's the last resort you got. I hope you don't have any side effects from it, and I really hope it does help you. I want you to get better so bad. You can't kill yourself, you're the best person in my life. I love you a lot. I'm trying to stay well because I know it's what you would want. I'm so worried that you're going to be sent to a long-term hospital. I don't know if I could go that long without talking to you. I want to hear your voice again, I want to play you songs, I want to make you laugh, I want to fall asleep together. They'd probably let me send you mail there. I would send you dozens of letters.
I'm trying to write some music to keep myself busy. Maybe when you get back, I'll finish my album and I can show it to you.
That's all. I miss you.
No matter what happens the next few days I have to go on with my life. It will be the hardest thing ever but i'll do it since I know that it's what you want. Wish I could be a better person.
As I am writing this letter I am wondering why I was given such a perfect being like you. I want to tell you so badly that I learned the true meaning of strength from you. I cannot imagine what you have been through the emotional stress you must have felt during your life but oddly you never shown it in the slightest sense. You suffered so much but loved us so deeply. While you were alive I saw your pain and I never wanted to contribute to it.
I still think about the days when I felt hated by everyone except you. I still remember you pushing me to better than I was. I still remember you tucking me in when I was scared of the dark and protecting my from my siblings. I still remember watching you deteriorate but never watched you be weak.
When I was younger I snuck in to your room and read your medical documents. As I read the letter for your diagnosis I cried but I wiped my tears and never let you known that I knew but I knew from the very beginning. I saw how much you were in pain and you kept smiling. I would be like these losers and hate all women if I didn't have you for a mother. You lost your father and watched most of your brothers and uncles get executed at a young age. Later on in life you married my father and witness him die too. You came to this country alone with 6 kids one of which was yours sisters child who died and you raised him as my brother. You taught me so much about how to be strong that I often feel weak without you. What I would do for one more hug. Hearing your voice one more time. I would suffer so much to spend one moment with you. I am afraid without you and I will never love someone or be understood by some like you but that is ok because of you I know what being strong is and I'll continue being strong for you. I am taking my time in this world and one day I'll join you. I'm not afraid of death but I only hope you are on the other side waiting for me.
I'm sorry I don't talk to you anymore. You don't remember how you used to be, but the memories are still so fresh and painful. You tormented me because you were tormented. I don't know how much of that was caused by the brain injury, the rough past, the drug use, the abuse from dad. I'm sorry mom. I hope you can forgive me when I'm strong enough to be good to you.
Mom, I don't want to have to write a post like this anon did. I'm going to try harder. I'm going to try so hard.
>may never read it
>reads your letter anyways
Fuck, Miriam is dead? I used to send her flirty messages every couple months on Skype just to mess with her. Rest in peace, Miriam.
Dear little brother
We're incredibly far apart in age & that makes things very difficult. I'm sorry that you think I'm scary but you'll understand everything when you are older. Mostly, you'll begin to understand our mother better and see her for who she really is. The woman who guilt trips even you for saying you feel like no one cares about you.
We have different fathers anyway. Your father seems to not hate our mother, so you will get along better.
My father always hated my mother and, honestly... I can't blame him. She's a frustrating woman with no charm to be heard of. Revengeful, narcissistic, entitled and impossible to enjoy the presence of. But this is not about her.
Don't forget that I love you and that you are the main reason I decided to come back home. But I'll be leaving soon. We probably won't talk for many years again.
I'm hoping for the best.
Will always love you kid,
Don't forget who gave you the name you love.
Mein Adolf, Mein Idol,
Why did you fuck up the ONE chance we had to kill all the kikes. Why did you invade Russia you could have killed britan at Dunkirk. We'd all be in paradise right now.
But I'm glad you tried and took out as many as you could.
Also I'm sure you know by now that America would of won anyways because they developed the atomic bomb for use in Europe. So please put all your what ifs to rest. I think of you often.
When I was in highschool school a kike teacher brought me to the front of the class and said this is exactly what Hitler envisioned for his future. Everyone just stared at me. I felt so fucking proud you have no idea how you personally affected my life. I was literally called the master race in front of 50 white students.
I also wanna give a shout out to god or luck/chance for these god tier genetics.
I also want to say fuck you for giving me apathy and current unemployment.
But Hitler, I will end my letter to you and some of your cronies, thanks for redpilling me early on. Oh and by the way, I have ran far with your philosophy. I embraced being called a nazi by Everyone. I admitted I was one and didn't give a fuck. I fucked the prettiest girls and it worked out pretty good. Thanks again for all your hard work.