Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
I used to kill every fox in the previous game. Even if I was in the middle of a massive mission, on the edge of death, at risk of royally fucking up whatever it is I'm doing, I'd run off course just to hunt it down. I think my stat counter showed close to 750 fox kills at one point.
But now, in its sequel, I can only be arsed to chase one down half the time.
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
What if I became racist just to fuck with people?
There's this pill bottle that's been sitting in the mail room for months. Acutually I'm not sure if it's a pill bottle because it's in a bag; I heavily believe it is though. I should just take it. Maybe it's something fun. :) Wanna split it? It's a literal drug loot crate.
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
Every time I'm reminded of anime, I'm reminded of you, and all the terrible things you've done. I can't even finish an anime anymore. It has to be a movie, with a plot that finishes in an hour thirty minutes. Any hint of soft porn and I'm out.
Do you think I want to be like this? Do you think I want to be reminded of you? Do you think I'm trying to get on some moral high horse about the objectification of women and children in anime?
I fucking don't want to be like this. Do you know how alienating it is harboring these feelings about anime, when it's become so popular?
Remember when you introduced me to it, all those years ago? Now I can't even touch it. I hope you're reminded of that every fucking time you watch a new episode.
But I know you don't even think about me anymore.
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
Whatt did I do to deserve having you hang over my head for the rest of my life?"
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almost did it again
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
I don't think you're really coming up to Mass, otherwise, you'd be making a liter-sized concoction of milk and catnip like you did last year.
Now that that's out of the way, let me complain about myself.
I get into five minutes of doing anything and regret it. I start getting a feeling like I have a head cold, but just the exhausted part of it, none of the other symptoms. I want to do something else, my brain says, "what else?" and I say wither. Wither in place. Wait for the worms to eat my flesh.
This is a letter to a cat, but I'm always talking about myself, aren't I? I guess I have to get used to talking to a cat, a cat capable of language that roams around like an Animal Crossing character. I'm not really used to talking to living beings. Okay I am, but not like this.
It's hard for me to explain.
Time has rotted away my knowledge of you, but I'm always open to what you have to say. Even if all I do is talk about myself, there's a million things I wish I could ask you. Mostly why did you hurt me the way you did, but also how your life is going.
Hm, is the pain stronger than the curiousity, at this point? I think it is. I used to want to know everything about you because I really loved you. I really did love you. Do you know that?
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
I need a new person to stalk. I'm so bored. Maybe if you can drop me a hint, give me a sign, you could be next. :3
You would like that, wouldn't you?
There's a thrill in doing something terrible. A break from the mundane.
I've acquired fantastic memes you'll never see. I curse you to rb the same 5 forever.
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick
Dear Ms. Kitty Sundae,
Well, how do you like your new home? Might be a bit hard on the eyes, but I made it with love.
You'd rather live with your parents?
Aw, c'mon now...
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Sometimes I really hate you, yanno.
XOXOXO,
Loppy Lovesick