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Dear You,

I could certainly use a pat on the head right now.

Me.

Edit. I need to stop being so open. If I could I'd erase all my past posts on WP.

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Dear brother,

I know things have been rough, and we love eachother so much. YOu're my brother, and I'll always stand by you. With this in mind you've hurt me something fierce because I am different. THere's no other way to put it. Your snide comments and hurtful self righteous remarks make me feel less inclined to care what happens with you. I love you, but you made my entire childhood a living hell, and I have not even begun to get over it, let alone both our parents dieing tragically at a young age. I've kept my distance because I cannot trust you and don't feel safe near you.

From,
Me

nice to be able to get it out isn't it?

Dear "you",

Thank you for a wonderful evening. That was truly a masterful acting performance. Why, I was actually quite convinced that you enjoyed the evening as well, that you felt something real, that you might just enjoy my company enough to return my calls. Bravo! This is no simple feat, to kiss so passionately someone who's feelings you don't care for at all, whom you would not deem deserving of so much as a text message bidding farewell as you kick him silently to the curb. You left your audience in suspense, questioning your character's motives for weeks after the curtains fell. I consider you to be the world's greatest actress, and perhaps its most tragic. For you see, all that you are is smoke and mirrors, a lighted projection of the fairytale girl you once imagined.

Dear nature,

Wrong bloody chromosome, idiot. Now look at the trouble you've caused.

-Me.

Dear PintoTRUSTFUNCHILD.... I .. I mean Pandorabuttbreath... ooops.


Panora bread.. blubber.. Geee, I can't seem to get the little (heh little... lol!), who had years to apologise via simple, easy PM.... 's name right. ^.^ Now smile while you polish your happy little diamonds that nobody cares that you got for free. (lord knows why) The rest of us will have a life, unlike your condecending, unedgucated self. No need to reply in any more threads. You don't have anymore people to put yourself over, after all.

Now that you probably realised that when you were being quite ignorant, and then some, to people less fortunate than your lazy........sorry... content person, the fact that you don't live here, you were slow at realising there was a recession! ^.^ Good for you! Well welcome to the land of five years late. One would think someone who debates would.. I don't know.. keep up with the times, but who cares right, just as long as you feel awesomely smart, and giggle behind your happy little key board, Mr. bumperbee.

Dear 7th grade evil math teacher,

I graduated and I'm going to college...ironically to be a math education major.

I hope I don't turn out to be like you.

Sincerely, me.

Dear Therapists, Psychologists, and Other Assorted Quacks,

You're so predictable.

Sincerely, Metropolis

Dear high school psychology teacher,

You're psychotic, ironically. You play the popularity game just as much as the students and you're proud of it. You should not be teaching if you're going to say awful things about your students, especially when they're not warranted.

From, everyone

..,.

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Dear Professional Violinist,

You said that I would never play in an ensemble because I had started too late in life to learn anything.

My ensemble and I played a garden party last weekend, for pay.

Sucks to be wrong, or is it just you?

-Fnord-

Dear ____,

Your wife lied. It wasn't the medication that made you act that way; the medication just unlocked it. You hit your thirteen-year-old son, and you were starting to hit your ten-year-old son too, while also managing to scar your daughter for life and abandon her with your child.

You have yet to apologize for any of it.

You laugh off my pain. You shout and scream at the tiniest 'error', demand we do things in a specific, random way, and when you so much as trip it's our fault. And when I offered you a chance for an honest truce, where we both listen and talk to each other, you told me I was the entire problem. I have dark, suicidal moods where I want to kill myself for no reason, then simply snap out of it fifteen minutes later. I don't know whether it's from Asperger's or just you.

You are part of my soul, ____. You're the part that bleeds and screams deep inside my mind, and when anything goes wrong, it's unleashed, whether or not I want it to be. And no matter how much I try to lock that room away, there's still a bleeding, screaming, sobbing little girl, and you slitting her skin open with a knife, then telling her that she'd be pretty if she wasn't so fat. F*ck you.

___,

I can forgive living in terror of your 'moods'; that was a combination of bad book choices (whoever said 'the Lottery' was appropriate for any age group was high) and my Asperger's Syndrome. Fair enough. Sh*t happens, as they say. But how could you be so cruel as to abandon me with your two-year-old daughter? You had all her happy moments for those years, ____, while I had all the work. It feels like I've lost a daughter even though I never gave birth.

When I was suffering from C-PTSD, you abandoned me to that, too. I saw a list once of five things you should never say to a trauma victim. You somehow managed to say every single one to me at some point. Want to know why I never sought help? You. You laughed me off and that left me, alone, to deal with a condition that very nearly took my life. I still suffer from mood swings, and I'm not going to try to ask for help, because when I finally did get the courage, years later, you decided it was a personal attack on you for no f*cking reason.

I wanted you to save me. I understand now that you couldn't. But that doesn't mean pretending the past didn't happen was a good idea. Right now we're best friends, but I still remember the pain. I just wish you'd remember it too so we could move on.

+1. Story of my life.

Dear Home Hospital Teacher,

From the first moment I laid eyes on your fat-ass, I knew we would not get along. You tried to teach me Spanish without knowing it yourself. You forced me to take Algebra again even though I had an A in it my freshman year. I got a B the second time, because it was so pointless.

You said I would not go to college. Well, I went to college. And I did better than your mountain of lard could ever predict. Suck it.

From Johnathan.

Just gonna write a few things I could /never/ say to the person and need to get out, as some form of release.

Dear Beowulf,
I still miss you sometimes, and I do wish you'd contact me as a friend. I'm not sure I still view you romantically but I still miss all those conversations. I know I'll get over you, though, and I need to let go of always wondering if you're okay. I just don't see what your problem is, I've tried my hardest, and it's the thought that I could try harder, that stops me from letting you go in my mind. I think that's all I want to say.
-Annie.

Dear Austin,
Ever since a few nights ago when that whole incident happened, I've started viewing you as more than a best friend as it's creeping me out, I never thought that would happen with you. I now hang on your every word and want you to be more than my friend. I know what your attitudes to sex are, that sex is just sex, and mine aren't the same, and we both know what because we're both open. Some part of me hopes you're saying it's 'just sex' because you're always scared of your romantic feelings for others or just don't want to tell me. I'd never tell you this because I don't want you to think I'm stupid so I'm pretending like, for me, it's just sex too, but I love you as more than a friend, and I wish you'd be mine.
-Annie.

Dear unknown, does it really matter that I did my best but, more or less wound up making too many mistakes.. Oh well.


Signed,
ProfessorX