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Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.

( Well, okay. I’m gonna be honest. When we first met, I honestly thought you did not like me at all; that you would never like me. I wrongly assumed you were one of those people who never paid attention to roleplayers who weren’t that popular. 

But then you and I started talking and I realized you were really nice, and that I was completely wrong about you. We weren’t exactly ‘friends’ for a while, but more so acquaintances in my opinion. And I honestly feel that what really brought us together was talking about our school lives and understanding what it was like to go through such horrible experiences.

And really, now that I’ve gotten to know you, you’re an invaluable friend. Kind and understanding, who listens to me vent when I need to and always offers a helping hand. I’m sorry you had to deal with you-know-who because of our relationship, but you know what? I feel like I’ve lost one toxic friend, and gained a great friend in her place and I’m 100% okay with that.

And really, my god. You are such a great roleplayer. Every muse you have I just absolutely fawn over. Your writing is beautiful, and I just really always fret about if I’m annoying you, or whatever. I just; ahhh. You really are an inspiration to me to be a better roleplayer and I look up to you.

I will always be here for you ( wow sound like a broken record ), and I’m very appreciative for meeting you. Just, really, thank you. I feel like without you, I would still be in such a toxic relationship. I honestly can’t wait until we hang out one day and just. Thank you. )

#666

Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.

( Wow, okay, still suck at starting things.

But man, it feels like forever ago since we’ve met. I remember being the shy girl, and you were just so hyper and you made me feel really welcomed. And I’m truly grateful to you and the others who tried to make me feel comfortable; I wouldn’t have stayed on Tumblr without your support. Really, thank you.

We used to talk so much; almost every day. About the most random things, too, like photoshopping Jill’s face onto a buff dude’s body or sandwiches. I honestly miss that; but we’re both busy individuals. 

But just, I have to say this. I am still so angry that you recieved the hate you did in our previous fandom. You didn’t deserve that at all; people can keep their opinions to themselves. You were always nice to everyone, and it was just uncalled for.

But now you’ve moved on to a character you are /amazing/ at playing, and people adore the shit out of you and I’m seriously happy. Your muse is great, you’re great and you deserve good attention always.

And you’re growing up, good lord. I feel like someone witnessing her baby sister or daughter turn into an adult. Hearing that you have a job, and that you’re looking at college shit and just. Ahhhh stop making me feel old.

But seriously, you’re great. An amazing writer, and sweet person with an awesome sense of humor. A gr8 m8 for sure. Never take anyone’s shit, and if anybody fucks with you, I’ll eat their face.

You’re my wifey and I’ll fuck someone up for ya’. 8T I’m also always here if you need to talk to someone or vent. Always. We also need to talk more. 8t )

#1

Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.

( To be honest, I don’t know how to start this. I’m just so awkward and what are words? WORDS.

But I just really need to tell you that I’m proud of you. Last time we had talked, you didn’t know what you wanted to do, and you seemed just so sad some days. Not to say we don’t all have those days, but just. You’re my friend, and I hated hearing you weren’t feeling 100%.

But now you found a path to study, and you seem generally happier when we talk. I imagine there are still things that get you down, and of course there are still assholes. But you’ve been handling it well and I’m just. Really, I’m so proud.

You’re a great writer, truly. Your Hawke and Gren are simply two of my most favorite blogs and you get the characters well. You’re a nice person, a sweetheart. And you deserve the best in life and definitely don’t deserve hate, or rude individuals. But you’re strong; you can deal with them. Tell them to shove it and remember that people love you to death.

I just.

Sobs awkward words. 

I’m truly thankful to have met you. And just know that if you ever need anyone, I am always here for you no matter what it is. )

#420

Send me a number from 1-500 and I’ll tell you how I feel about you in a post without anyone knowing your identity.

( First off, are you fuckin’ serious? Who are you, your father now? I don’t need you making drug references lil girl.

Anyhow, I’m gonna address some stuff from your message. 

You’ve known me since Junior year; three damned years. And that message makes it sound like you don’t know me at all. I’m mean to you, but sweet to my other friends? W h a t? I tackle Kristan to the couch without any care for her safety and kept loudly calling her a ‘creepy lesbian’ at that concert you missed out on. I called Jessica a little shit daily and pinched her butt with no tenderness. I literally stabbed Shane in the leg with a pencil. And you tell me I’m sweet to my other friends? That is not sweet, that is cruel as fuck. 

You should know better than anyone else ( besides maybe Kristan ) that I am just like my mum; if I love you, I’m mean to you. Lo and behold! I’m mean to you! I wonder what that means, hm?

Are you talking about my online friends? Because if they met me in person, I’d be mean to them, too. It’s who I am.

Yes, I am meaner to you than I am everyone else excluding Kristan. But you know what? I take care of you better than your own mother; I don’t do that for anyone else. I spoil you with pho and pocky among other things. I care for you when you’re sick. ( which is rare, but I still do. ) I used to spend all my money buying supplies for pho just so I could make a pot at your house and leave it for you when I left on Sunday. 

I fret about you like no other. Like, shit, I swear the majority of my grey hairs are from you and you alone. You are literally the child I will never have, and I’m serious when I say I will do a lot for you. Defend you, protect you, hell if you’re lucky I’d die for you if it ever came down to it. 

I’m mean to you because someone has to be. Someone has to push you to do things that you would be slow to do in the first place. Someone has to know that you will do them with a little encouragement and you know what? That’s my task; my job in this friendship is to be the bitch. The supportive, motherly bitch. 

And that’s why I tell you to be kind. When you give attitude and act rude, then you’re acting just like me. And you don’t want to, trust me. Be sweet and gentle; you will attract so many bees with honey, not vinegar. Don’t be bitter like me; it’s not a good thing.

So yes, I’m mean to you. And yes, I know I take it too far sometimes and I’m sorry. But I do it because I love you and because I want you to have the best of things in life, and that requires effort that you need to move your butt and give.

I love you, you little shit. And maybe things will smooth out once we move ( that’s if you still plan on moving with me ) and get better because we’ll be on our own and we’ll be adults. 

… Besides, at least I don’t stab you with pencils. )