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Dear Rachel and Chris (Ben),

thanks for caring. It was jsut uncalled-for comments by people who had steam to blow off. I commented on them.

~Staszka

dear you,
i said i would try to understand and validate your feelings.
why can you not say you will do the same of mine?
and you still wonder why i am still insecure and have trust issues?
it's not really rocket science...
i'll listen to you, but you have to do the same for me.
okay?

thanks,
me.

Dear Candida,

you and I would have been great friends if I wasn't so anxious around people then! We were great together to begin with... you wanted to be a paramedic and I was extremely interested in stuff like that too, you chose to volunteer at the vets' hospital just for fun and to see what it was like-- so many others would rather just go to the movies or the club or the bar. And you were probably nonjudgemental, as people kept commenting about your weight, and you failed a year of school because you missed so much due to being in the mental ward... I KNOW you were nonjudgemental, but you were still cool! You were fun, friendly, outgoing and nice. Have fun! Maybe we'll see each other again!

Dear Candice,

You are a rude, ignorant, intolerant b***h. You remind me of the NT girls, that I was forced to go to High School, with. You are driving a wedge, between the clubhouse, and I. I am not obsessive about Dean, and I'd rather that you'd not say the word, repetitive, when you talk about the fact that the radio is on the Oldies Station, all the time. I would also like to ask you to keep your voice down. Loud voices irritate me, and they bother my ears. Happy Bitchy New Year to you, too Candace. I bet that you're an NT who had a very bad attitude, who's been kicked out of youth clubs, all over Langley, and the reason that Stepping Stones takes you, is because, there are no other clubs and organizations, that are willing to take you, because of your negative attitude. Do you know what autism is? You don't? Than shut-up!

Sid

Cool, Sid! Did my letter to Candida make you remember to write your letter to Candice?


Dear Schapelle,

I want so bad to read your book. Please write another one about what's happening to you now. It'll be a whole Schapelle Corby series, a saga, an epic. It'll make you a millionaire by the time you get out; in the meantime it'll pay for our legal fees including for trying to get the money from your books back from the govvie(s)!

The friend you never met,

Anasa

Dear Random Creator that exists out there somewhere,

Why does anyone exist? Why was life created? Why couldn't the universe be left in a state of nothingness. If that's doesn't make any sense, why can't everyone be the same?

It would be easier on your part too, just make everyone the same. Only one make and model...

Sincerely,
Ben the Philosopher


Dear ALL kids that live in Bellevue,

Why am I so ret*d? What did I do way back then that made you think that? I will change if you'd tell me. Until then, I will have to believe you.

Your Dummy,
Ben the Idiot

dear you,
i don't know if you ever read these.
if you do, great.
if you don't, great.
anyways, i'm gonna miss you.
we did have some good times.
but i can't keep doing this.
not right now. it's too much for me right now.
i'd try to explain, but it would be futile...
i don't think you'd understand. or listen.
so goodbye for now.
*tears*

me.

Dear Nancy,

f**k you. Pick a stance and hold to it; you can't have it both ways. I'm tired of you saying one thing and then withdrawing that. I'm tired of you promising to call the psychiatrist and then not doing so. I'm tired of hearing about your blog about movies. I'm tired of hearing that there are four thousand other kids just like me at my high school, especially since there's not. I'm tired of you asking stupid questions. I don't respond well to stupid questions.

You know what? Yeah, I am a bit of a social snob; I'll be the first one to admit it. I don't enjoy talking with most people, and honestly, I find it tiring to do such. I'm probably a bit arrogant; I'll admit that too.

However, I am not immature, and I do not appreciate being called such. You do not know me well enough to make that kind of judgment. (For that matter, now that we're on this, I don't appreciate you spending a grand total of 30 seconds evaluating my stim as a "teenage girl thing". Interestingly enough, I'm constantly surrounded by teenage girls, and I've yet to see another one twirl/knot their hair.) You spend so much time talking about yourself and your other patients that it's absurd; I know more about you than you know about me.

Honestly, if I had known this would be so pointless, I never would have started going in the first place. You've made it all worse.

Sincerely,
Heather

Dear --,

you think you're so smart but you're just a brainless piece of s**t. I tried to empathize with you but you never tried with me, well you did in a few posts, and I appreciate that a lot; it wasn't lost on me. But I'm remembering your anger issues too, telling me you hoped -- would die and fall off the face of the Earth, that the world was better off without her, that she was boring, and harassing her in PMs calling her fat and such. As far as I can tell, with no foundation. So why am I even taking your s**t seriously?

Your friend or ex-friend,

Ana54

Dear Mother,

I am no longer brainwashed by your lies and I finally see you for what you really are. You are a selfish, manipulative, cold woman who cares about nothing that doesn't serve her own needs. All of the confusion I felt as a child, when people would say things like this about you but I remembered you telling me what a wonderful, loving mother you were, has now resolved. They weren't all wrong like you said. More lies.

You poisoned my mind so easily. I was autistic. I didn't see your hidden agendas and lies. You were my mother and I loved you unconditionally. When I finally realized the truth, everything made sense and yet everything fell apart. The hurt that you have caused me will never fully heal. The things I had to endure because of your selfishness, the things you made me feel were all my fault, I cannot forgive you for. My life was a nightmare because of you, and all the while I thought I was a horrible child. You let your father babysit me when you knew he was a child predator. He abused me and I kept that secret for twenty years! I starved myself and hit myself and punished myself when I was a little girl because I thought if I punished and deprived myself enough, then maybe you would like me. You always told me what a wonderful mother you were, and what a horrible child I was. I believed you. I wanted so badly to be loveable in your eyes, but I never was. I nearly died of self-starvation. You made me hate myself.

I'm not going to cry for you anymore. I'm not going to hurt for you anymore. You couldn't teach me how to be a good mother, but you taught me everything not to be. My body has healed, and in time the hurt will too. You have not broken me. I am better than you.

Siuan

Dear Matt,
You should stop smoking and drinking your self into oblivion
and sober up and become a sober citizen
but
you can't save siuan or ana54 or any of them
so what does your life mean matt
are you a fat mean rat-killing cat
or are you a useless you should be ashamed of yourself
drunken scared e cat
you can't do anything matt
except tell other ppl
look up
be positive
the future's freaking a beautifull next step


you know how much Holden Caulfield made a difference
yeah,hang on to that
he did
but don't tell anyone
it's culturally specific
to a bad matt attack rant

Dad,

I hate myself more and more every day because of the things I see in me that remind me of you.

I have tried to correct my mannerisms, my walk, my facial expressions, my gestures, my posture, my attitude, my speech, everything about myself that reminded me of you, but the older I get the harder it is to not see your face in my reflection.

I hate you. I hate you with every fiber of my being.

You are a hypocrite, a liar, a pompous, arrogant, self-righteous, self-serving, self-centered, perverted bastard.

Please do Mom a favor and die soon enough to give her a chance at happiness with someone who won't cheat on her with a man.

-Your former son

Dear Barb,

I'm glad that you're not my mum. I don't want to have you over at my place, until you stop reminding me that Christmas is over. I think that I would have move out of town, a long time ago, if you were my mother. Let's not talk to each other, about Christmas, anymore. I'm sorry that I've gotten over the demise of the Routemaster and started to love the month of December, again. Here! Are you satisfied, now that I've said that? If you don't want me to do something stupid, I think that we'd better stop talking to one another, about Christmas. I can see where you're coming from, and I know that you have family problems. Just don't make me feel guilty for enjoying December, once again, after two Decembers of misery. I don't mind going out with you, in the evening, but it's gotten to the point, that I want some alone time, to be myself and wind down, after the holidays. I'll let you come over, once I take my tree down, on the 31st.

Sid :O)

Dear Pierre,

I'm sorry I didn't protect you better and Charity probably ate you.

~Anasta

Hey YOU, stop feeding off of all of my information and then throwing it back at me as if you are teaching me it when a manager is in earshot/ its bout to get you REVEALED-ME