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Dear You,

It's been months and months since you moved away. I really hope that things are going well for you. I am steadily and surely getting over you, although I never really had you to begin with. Perhaps it was that we shared such close quarters for so long that made me want to feel closer to you.
I had always hoped that you would accept my idiosyncrasies, or at least come to understand them. I never made it easy to do that, though. And for that, I'm sorry.
I still have some of your dishes. And that picture of you as a kid. It's cute! I found it under some of my dishes when I moved out about a month after you did. I'll hold onto them for a while, and try to give them back to you sometime down the road when I have moved on and am a more stable person.
I'm not a woman that people can forgive easily.

With love,
Annie

dear you

me? What makes you think so?

From me.

Dear Gerhard,

NOW YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE A PARANOID MOD WHO HAS TRUST ISSUES! YOU WANT THE OLD ME BACK AND YOU HATE THAT I'M HAPPY AND LISTENING TO THE KINKS AGAIN? TOO BAD! I'VE DOUSED MY 70S PUNK MOVEMENT OBSESSION WITH FIRE AND I WILL NEVER HAVE SPIKED GREEN HAIR AGAIN. I FORGOT. YOU DON'T HAVE EMPATHY FOR AUTISTIC MODS. YOU ONLY HAVE EMPATHY FOR THE MODERN NT MEN AND WOMEN OF THE 21ST BLOODY CENTURY!

The sweet Mick Avory-like Mod who will always love The Kinks

Hey you.

Would it make it easier if i wasn't around? I'm happy to have my foot in the door, im grateful for what i have now, just im a little worried about you and don't really have any way of truly knowing if it's bothering you. I'd rather be told when i cause problems but for some reason people never want to help me out and i keep crashing around like a bull in a china shop. "if consequences are lost or concealed, lessons are lost." I could always make myself scarce. It's an option anyway, please consider it before you consider other things.

Sorry.

i don't care

I wish I can see you again. Right now. I can't stand this torture they call a "long weekend".

Dear Facebook,
If you are going to post an ad on my wall listing people I *may* know and inviting me to add them as a friend, don't send me a popup that chastises me if one of them takes offense that I sent the request and clicks "report". Either screen everyone for maturity and common sense before you post them in the ad you have on my wall, remove the option of reporting a friend *request* be...tween people you have suggested ad each other in your intrusive ads, or just simply shutup about it and not send those popups because you make about as much sense doing that as somone getting mad at their spouse for oversleeping after they themself encouraged their spouse to take a sleeping pill the night before. Not every little unimportant detail of FB needs the option of who can see this/report/order pizza delivered to/block/post/tag/copy/send flowers/call/publically flog/share. Show some restraing Zukerberg.

Sincerely,
Someone who doesn't care that much but likes to point out ironic ridiculousness

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I'm giving it another shot. We will see.
My forum is still there and everyone is welcome to come join as well. There is a private women only subforum there if anyone is interested. Also, there is no CAPTCHA.

The link to the forum is http://www.rightplanet.proboards.com

To you,

Since it's always tomorrow here, the birthday that you want to you.

Daniel

Dear you,

You don't deserve his or anyone's good wishes.

- Me

To you,

Happy Birthday To You!! 4 years old today hey?

Me

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B,
Aaaaarrgggghhh!
I'm sorry to scream at you. You're my oldest friend, and I love and appreciate you, but you're driving me nuts. No, I don't want to get together today. I know I e-mailed you about maybe getting together today, but that was yesterday morning. You didn't get in touch until this afternoon to ask if I want to meet up *today.* Sorry, it's not going to happen on such short notice. Going out and being social is hard for me, and I need advance notice so I can mentally prepare myself. I can't tell you that, though, since you don't regard that as a valid excuse. According to you, my social quirks are just odd, a problem I need to overcome. You can't seem to understand and respect my need for ample advance notice, the fact that I can't tolerate more than a few (2-4) hours of socialization with you on a good day, or my avoidance of large social gatherings. According to you, this is my problem, and I just need to push out of my comfort zone and get over it. As long as you insist on having this attitude, I can't be honest with you. I always need to make up some story about some other commitment as to why I can't meet up today, or why I have to go home. It's exhausting, always having to make up stories. You make it difficult, always asking more questions.
When will I be done? I should just text you when I'm done so we can meet up later. Couldn't I take care of that some other time so we can hang out longer?

You're always trying to find the loopholes in my excuses, and it drives me nuts. You clogged up my inbox today with all your texts. Of course, if you could just understand how difficult this is for me, and respect my needs and boundaries regarding socialization, I wouldn't need to try and make up stories all the time.
You can't imagine how difficult this is for me. You haven't seen me those times after we parted ways when the trains were delayed due to the unpredictability of the subways on weekend evenings. You haven't seen me those times I wound up melting down on the platform or train, because I couldn't get to the safety of my hermit cave (aka my apartment) as quickly as I needed to. I needed my hermit cave so desperately because my resources had been drained by socialization. I have had many meltdowns on the subway because there were delays and I needed so badly to get home. This has happened on more than one occasion after an outing with you. You haven't seen it, so you don't know. Probably for the best that you haven't seen this. Knowing you, if you did see it, you'd just come to a conclusion that I'm a deeply disturbed individual who should probably be heavily medicated or institutionalized.
We've been friends for a long time, and there are lots of things I love about you. That said, I hate how you make me feel like a dysfunctional freak for this part of myself. I don't like the way people in general or so intolerant of my need for lots and lots of space away from people, but your intolerance in particular really stings. You've known me most of my life, and you have plenty of problems of your own, albeit different from mine. With you of all people, I should be able to be honest about this part of myself without fear of judgement or ridicule. I hate that I can't be honest with you. Will you ever mature to the point that you can respect *all* parts of me, including this one?

Dear M

this may come as a bit of a shock to you but i am a preson a real preson with feelings , wants and needs.....not a f*****g sex toy.
4 times this week you've txted me asking if i will go over to your house for a shag....honestly how thick are you???? what part of "i have a girlfriend" do you not understand???? I love her, and dont want to cheet on her.

i slept with you ONCE ,nearly two years ago now ,when i was drunk,depressed and trying to forget about aj ...it ment nothing then and it means nothing now.

your a good friend and i dont want to mean to you ....but if you dont stop tetxing me im going to end up doing somthing i really regret

Dear A

its been nearly two years since we last spoke and still not a day goes by when i dont think about you.sometimes if im having a really bad day i still cry for what i've lost.
Every day I think ,if i could talk to you on your own for just a few minuites without Ameh,or any of your entorage present what would i say to you? as the old song goes "there are many things that I would like to say to you...but i dont know how..."

But im going to try cos i need to let it out or im going to bloody explode. I know we are stangers now, and that breaks my heart more than you will ever know but, my mind is outside time and the gief of loosing you still feels as fresh and as raw as if it were two days ago rather than almost two years.

As i write this im cringing at how f*****g week and pathetic i sound but never mind.

*takes deep breath* here goes.

frist of all i want to tell you im sorry. our reltionship going tits up was far from all your fault babe i know i was such a b***h sometimes,i know i said some really sh***y things that i would give my life to take back. i know i was far too much in love with you and i needed you too much. I hope you know in your heart that i diidnt mean those things i said. i was in the grip of a horrible dark depression at the time and i couldnt see anything beyond my own pain and anger. Even so it was wrong of me to take it out on you. I hope you can forgive me.

Then come the qestions im afarid ,,,,,,,

guess ive still not delt with my anger about everything that happend between us, cos every time i think about you with HER i want to put my fist though a f*****g door. still... ugh f**k :s
what does she have that i dont? i mean really? i tried so hard to be the perfect girlfriend , to give all the love ,care, money and attention in the world. I tried everything i could to help you with the loss of your grandma,i paid for your rent and your food when you had spent all your f*****g money on beer and pirate coustumes. i put up with your flatmates quite frankly disgusting behavoiur towareds me and made every effort to be polite to him even though the fat lazy selfish c**t made my skin crwal cos i knew how much your mates ment to you.

not enough huh? The worst part is you diidnt even let the bedsheets get cold before you let someone else jump into our bed. a year and a half togther and your f*****g some random girl after we'd been apart 3 days.
3 DAYS!! !! ! And two weeks later she moved in with you. after telling me you "could never live with anyone" you move some random into your home after two weeks. you've been togther all most two years now, i see you out togther all the time,but you never even glance my way. it hurts. god how it hurts. i want you to be happy more than anything in the world but i so badly want to MAKE you happy too. Im sorry i couldnt do that.

Even though im still so angry im sad too. Why didnt you come and see me in hospital when i had my breakdown? or even send me a message on facebook or a text to ask if i was ok? Thats all it would have taken babe. all it would have taken to ease the pain enough for me to keep going. i was so scred in hospital, i felt so small and defencless. Every night for weeks i cried for you day and night,didnt talk diidnt eat. M told you i had been admited to hospital.i was there 7 months was one txt really too much to ask.? It was partly my fault too though and i have to take responbitly for my part in that. I was so in love with you and grew so dependent on you that when our relationship broke down i couldnt handle it.

I wish i knew how you felt about me now. if you ever think about me , miss me ,wonder where i am now?
Do you reember me everytime you hear a perfect cricle song or when you catch a whiff of the perfume i used to wear?
I wish i knew what you relationship with her was really like, if you are turly happy in it,
I wish i could still give you hugs and buy you mars bars to cheer you up when you feel sad.

most of all i wish i could still call you my friend.

that dosent even cover half of the things i want to say to you but it'll have to do.

I miss you, and despite everying i still love you just as much as i always did.

take care babe
love.jade xxx

Dear you,

You have made my life a living hell for the past six years. You call yourself my best friend, but don't act like it. You have manipulated me, insulted me, and made me feel like dirt more times than I'd like to count. I'm done. You don't own me.

Love always,
Me

Dear Magic Weather God,

Either make it stop raining or put a bus shelter at the bus stop so I can go out without getting soaked.

Thanks kindly,

- Rachel

Dear Amazing Retail God,

You know, if you actually put raincoats in some shops, I wouldn't have to bother the Magic Weather God.

- Rachel