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I can't believe I wasted 7 fucking dollars on a fucking pack of cigarettes, stupid idiot.

yeah that is stupid, smoking is too expensive in the US

Dear imaginary God,
I was walking down the street today in a very pissed off mood, and I walked by this fucking store called "Foxy Lady." Who the fuck came up with that brilliant name for a store, huh? What a fucking genius. It made me want to puke. Anyway, I don't know why I'm in such a fucking bitch mood, but I am and I feel like smacking someone in the face. Then I walked by Olive fucking Garden, and a few more stores and restaurants. It was also very hot out. And I think I was going a little crazy so I had to leave before I went completely nuts. Then I bought a pack of fucking cigarettes, after a month, and now I'm smoking again. But it's just until I finish the pack. Or so I tell myself. I can't believe I wasted 7 fucking dollars on a fucking pack of cigarettes, stupid idiot.

Dear Life,

When will i wake up without a knife in my back?

-me

Dear friend,

I wish you could see that what you said really hurt me. I wish I could tell you to stop being an idiot and acting like the world hates you. You aren't that important. In fact, you are nothing to the world.
Your stepmother is a good person, I don't care that you think she is the reason your mother did drugs. I don't care that you think when she tells you to clean your room she is being a bitch. Really, think about what you say and just shut up!
The thing that I really want to say though is that I am starting to not like you. I don't want to not like you because I know I still look at you as a best friend but... When I am around you I hate the things you say. I hate how you complain. I am just starting to hate you and... Frankly, it scares me.
Just in case you are wondering it started when we had that chat. It was like that when you made me cry you changed my whole outlook on you. You were the last person that I thought it would hurt me to lose, no one else really mattered. Ans then you went and said that I didn't matter, that no one did. That at your first chance you were leaving everything behind and forgetting it all. And THEN you had the audacity to say you were only saying this b/c I was your friend.
I guess it doesn't matter now, now, I just don't care. Now, I am afraid b/c I wonder what is wrong with me that makes me not care if my friends leave or die. Now I wonder why I don't feel anything when I wonder about what would happen if my parents died.
It really makes no sense. I don't want to blame you. I was probably always like this. But you made me notice it. It is like you made me see that I close everything off so nothing hurts me... You made me see that once something makes me cry for some reason I make it to where if it happens again I feel nothing. But I don't know how to fix it so I... Well, so I resent you for it. I'm sorry. But I can't tell you this and you can't help me.

im a complex person

Dear best friend,

Why are we doing this? What we're doing is wrong and I know it. So why can't I just admit it and move on. I don't like you as more than a friend. I know you want this to be more than frienship, but it can't ever be.

Dear Laptop,
Why must you tempt me so? You know I should not be online; it is late and I have work to do tomorrow. I was doing fine over on the bed with my books, but one look at you and I find myself here with you, enticed by your glowing monitor and pounding, if you will, on your keys. I cannot resist your charms.
You will be the death of me.
-Mia

Dear Schedualing Lady,
I spent my whole lunch priod waiting in line to talk to you. That was the most convienent time for You. I was late to class so you could tell me I needed a scripture class, and another elective. And, after all of that time wasted, you kept exclaiming how different, unique, and difficult my schedual was. Why on earth would I even care what you thought of at this point? Fix everything now.

-Student 007868

Mom and Dad,

Okay, I'm trying as hard as I can to survive living here, but this really isn't working out. For one thing, I don't have a room, my room is the office and I have nowhere to put my stuff. Plus, Dad, you have to realize I've lived on my own for a year now and I'm an adult, so when it comes to the job I just applied for, I'm capable of negotiating a fair wage with my boss. Mom, I can't even begin with you... but to make it quite short and simple, you're just like your mother.

I just want to say, that I love you both dearly, but I can't do this, I'm really trying, honestly. Both of you are so narrow minded, cold, and live on such a high stress level that I'm scared you're going to explode. I'm trying to let go of our differences, and our past fights, but you keep wanting to hold on... I'm trying to forgive you, but you're not making it easy and it's not easy to forgive you for what you did in the first place.

I'm sorry, but if things don't improve quick, I'm going to have to leave.

Don't forget I do love you,

Your Eldest Daughter,

'leash

Dear Mom and Dad,
Must you really pry so fucking much into my life? I have many more things to say to you but it's all to vulgar...
Julia

Dear Professor *****,

Why couldn't you have actually TAUGHT me this semester? I do not feel prepared to take your Accountin II final tomorrow. You make me feel like a failure.

-Meagan

Dear God,

Could you tell my brother I said hello, that I love him, miss him deeply and want to see him again? Thank you.

-Me

Dear you kow who,

That's right you don't even merit capital letters, much less a name. Fall away into the depths of yourself, thats all you wanted anyway. And, quit trying to "help", you only make things worse.

-you should know

Dear Destiny,

Are you truly real? Or should I be writing a letter to Luck or Chance?

- Me

Dear Dad,

Don't you dare use the fact that I'm a girl to tell me that I can't or shouldn't do something. Nothing discredits your argument more in my eyes.

-Meagan

Dear friend,

:]
Your turn.

-me

Dear homeroom teacher,

Don't make me sit in a desk tomorrow for the practice ACT. Let me sit on the floor where I can have my panic attacks in peace. Oh, and I must purify the room first before anything can be accomplished, ignore my trails of salt.

-The girl who hates chairs, likes stools, and is afraid the building will implode unless everything is done in threes.

Dear Megs,

No worries I'm not going to kill him, just not let him use my computer any more

-your favorite (and frequent) client

Dear Amp,

You probably shouldn't post things like that online. It shows premeditation and removes any chance you have of the insanity defense.

-Your favorite legal counsel

Dear Little Brother,

I WILL END YOU!

sincerly,
your rage filled big brother