Dear "You"...From "Me"-Letters Unsent

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Dear you,
did you really have to behave like that?

Dear Brain,
You're useless. Can't you function for me, and stop embarrassing me and making a fool of me all the time? Why do you like a torture me? Get it together. It's been almost 31 years. High time you started working with me instead of against me.
No Love,
Me

Dear Jeffrey,

There's a reason that I took offence when you've asked me if I've ever thought of fighting my autism and achieving the things I wanted to in life. I've achieved everything that I've wanted to without fighting my autism.

You may support Autism Speaks and wish for a cure, but I don't. I'm proud to be autistic and I can manage just fine. There's nothing for me to fight.

The Pissed Off Woman Who Wishes To Be A Man

Dear God:

Just what on earth is going on down here?

-Froz

To you (no-one from here),

Why are you deliberately trying to make me feel bad? I've done nothing to you. I'm new to this forum and I have every right to ask questions - it's a support forum. You are so incredibly petty, nit-picking on everything I'm saying. Oh, so there's certain rules that apply to "hijack" a thread? Posting a list of my own questions as if it's a bad thing? F*ck you. Leave me alone. I don't think I've ever met such a d1ckhead for a forum moderator,

smudge.

^ Oh, look! A terrible review of your book has just been written! One that completely takes your theory apart and makes it laughable. Got you back!

Dear __________,

If I remember correctly, you have always been so chummy with the media that I would like to bestow the title of "Media Darling of the Year" upon you. I spot you 99% of the time I flip the newspapers open. The media lap up every word you say as though they are pearls of wisdom. Even when you whine that your air-con doesn't always work properly, the media publicizes your whining for all to read. I hate the way you roll your eyes at me and coo, "You jelly?" I hate the way people go "oooh" and "aaah" whenever the media announces that once again, you have added something to your long list of accomplishments. I hate the way you proclaim that you have already been so good that you don't even need to dress up to make yourself seem good. My dear, nothing good lasts forever, though. When the media exposed several of your Facebook posts, various religious groups wondered whether arrogance or ignorance had driven you to insult them. I thought that you would learn your lesson, but how wrong I was. You continued to shoot your mouth off on Facebook as if nothing had ever happened. When I read in the news that you complained on Facebook that "dogs outnumber humans in society", I was pleasantly surprised that your sense of humor was as wicked as mine, but many of those who used to fawn upon you all the time complained that such a post offended them. Moral of the story? The media isn't always your friend.

To you,

How were my questions about eye stretches, on a topic about eye stretches - off topic??

"Not a long list of you initial problems" - you obviously can't spell, and you can't read, on a website designed to "cure" myopia. OH THE IRONY!! !

Dear Unattainable,

I want to wake up next to you in an old house filled with books and happy memories. Maybe we'll have a couple cats and some kids. I want to have intellectual conversations over breakfast and laugh about our inside jokes through dinner. I want to be there for you when you're scared or sad. I'm not much of a hugger, but I'd hold you anyway. I want to go on great adventures together, even if only in our minds. I want to love you, but I know you'd never love me.

-ainsel

To whom it may concern,

I miss talking to you on msn

bye

dear somebody whose name or identity i really have to clue to,
please let your answer be yes.
from the person whose name or identity you have no clue to.

Dear someone I won't name.

I wish you'd told me you were leaving.

To the loser who took the place of my favourite coworker last summer:

I hope that you don't take over for him, over the two weeks that he's recovering from his eye injury. You've caused enough trouble and heartache for me towards the end of your time with the company, the second Saturday of last September. If you end up taking the place of my favourite coworker again, I'll wear a Kinks T-shirt every day that I work with you to prove a point. You will never make me hate The Kinks by attacking me on the account of them, you bastard!

One pissed off little Mod who doesn't understand your inability to celebrate her biggest achievement with her

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Dear old friend,

I am sorry but it seems we can no longer be friends. The past few times we have spoke, you have rang and left a message stating 'that we must catch up soon'. However, the past three or four times you have spoken constantly for nearly one hour. While you asked me 'what i have been up to?' you never actually listened to my answer, instead you cut me up and continued to talk about your life. While you may have granted me two minutes to fit my answer into, you spoke for the remaining 55 minutes about your life. Switching from convo to convo and never giving me an opportunity to express an opinion, or even an experience, never mind telling you what has happened in my life. The failure to pause for a thought, or to allow me sufficient thinking time, or the failure to understand what is happening with me at the moment and the failure to understand any of my cognitive limits, this friendship has now ended.

Dear Matt,

I really do appreciate you reading up about my Asperger's and carrying on even though it must be hell because of your dyslexia.
Thanks, and I love you.

Love sis.


You know I like sunglasses.