Dear Female Half of the Species,

Seriously whats wrong with me? I mean for the love of god I'm mildly smart, funny, and reasonably attractive (and I've been informed that I'm a damn good kisser). I've been told that second to diamonds and before a gay guy I'm a girl's best friend. I offer wise consul, listen when you all need to bitch, eat ice cream with you and my shoulders are solid and tear absorbant when your jackass boyfriend does something bad/breaks up with you/etc. I can cook and write poetry that is good enough to get published. I'm an incurable romantic to the point of almost getting the horse and having actually saved a few damsels in distress*. Sure my mind can make strange connections and I say things on occasion that seem "weird" but for the love of god who doesn't? and seriously why would you want someone "normal" in that catagory anyway? Remember kids average = boring and uninspired, true talent is always a little crazy. Seriously will someone just tell me what's wrong with me?

-Pissed off, Confused and sick of being "a great friend who can't be a great boyfriend"

Dearest germs,

I do not appreciate you taking advantage of me at my weakest. I am going to kill you for it. DIE!

-You ungracious hostess

Dear Skies Over My Homeland-
You are the pre-dawn blue haloing the winter moon, outlined by storm clouds. There is war on all your fronts and the seige will not relent. I am the warrior with his blazing sword and lighting bow. I am the hero with the strength of the gods. I am the savior sent to stop the seige. I am the cornerstone of your capital city. I will keep you safe, your people out of harms way, and your skies clear so the moons always shine. This day, this day will be the first day of your redemption, and the last of your enemies' lives.
-the Eternal Wanderer

Dear Unnamed Game-
Why, why is my server down when I was just getting hooked?! *shakes fist at computer* One more time, and it's back to Neverwinter Nights for me!
-An exasperated gamer

Dear Dearest One,

With your freedom my uncaged heart can sing again, with your release my chains fall too now we can only pray that this medicine will help you and that we can just move on from this dark time. I think the light at the end of the tunnel is near, we must not falter now
-Me

Dear ______,

There comes a time in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, and who always will. I'll tell you flat-out: You do not matter. Not anymore. You are dead to me. I will no longer acknowledge your existance. You keep trying to talk to me. You keep acting as if nothing ever happened, as if this is just another one of those stupid little arguments we used to have that are over in ten minutes. It's not. You keep asking me what's wrong. If you don't already know, you don't deserve to know. You keep asking me if I blame you. Yes, I do. I blame you. I do believe it's your fault, and I do believe I can never forgive you. You keep saying I'm overreacting, I'm making a mountain out of a mole hill. Actually, you're making a mole-hill out of a mountain. This is more serious than you can comprehend, and I'd appreciate it if you'd just stop talking to me. You are my past, and there's a reason you didn't make it to my future.

-M.

Dear English teacher,

What is up with the stupid english essay? I can't write essays... why?

A failing student.

Dear ____,

A B+? Seriously?

-An annoyed overachiever

Dear Ikki,
As a poet myself I would agree with your analysis, when we right we work to express a point in a flowing, rythmic pattern, the words themselves don't matter so long as the point gets across to the audience

-a poet who really did know it


Dear Dearest One,
Times will only get harder my love, the war within you barely begun, battle freshly joined but your not alone on this cold and painful inner front and I shall stand with you until I fall and God willing after your never alone, no matter how much distance seperates our bodies.
-Me

Dear Granholm,

You are an idiot. If you get re-elected, I'm moving. You can't shut down the whole state just because you aren't getting your way!

-An angry citizen

Dear Cute Little Idealistic Meagan,

Don't do it! You don't need anything else on your plate this semester...even if it will look great on a law school application...

-Overworked Underpaid Unappreciated Meagan

Dear Dearest One,

I know that your stuck in the darkest place, a sterile little hell that you've been to before and never wanted to return to, but your back for better or for worse. Know this I'll never stop loving you and I'll never leave you. The gods themselves could not prevent me from being with you even if I can not literelly be with you.
Be strong and take all the strength you need from me and we can pull you out of that cursed place again

I love you and will love you till the day I die and beyond

Forever yours,
me

Dear Wolf.

You're one of my people. You always will be. You told my worst enemy my most dire secret...and I still love you. We had something special a long time ago, and you say that part of you is dead but I don't believe it!

I'm not here to fix you. I won't preach to you. I won't dive into your hell with you. But I will be here with a hand to pull you out of the mire. Know.

Know this. No matter how you're struggling, no matter how hard you think it is, how far gone you are, I will be a constant. I will be the rock for you to cling to. Take my hand if it is your wish to be saved again. I left you once...I was young and foolish, and swayed too easily with my own conflicts, selfish and heartless.

I am none of those now.

I will be your person. I will be your personal Guardian against the world and yourself, as I have guarded the countless.

No matter how much you think you hurt me, by not meaning to, I will always be here. I don't want to see you die; I don't want that corrosion to spread. You're hurting, even though you're telling yourself you are not.

I will not hurt you. I will not leave you. I will not betray you. Ever again. Trust me like you once trusted me, and we can walk out of this together.

-Your brother, your friend

Dear Skies over my Homeland,
It's raining and I can't see it, feel it. I can only see the mist rising off the landscape so far away. I am too far away.
Sincerely, Tired Wanderer

Dear Mold and Mildew,

You make me sick. I wish you would just leave me alone and give me some space. I can't stand how you creep up on me all the time. I hate how you take my breath away when I'm around you. I am better off without you, and no, we can't just be friends.

-Meagan (the one for whom you're causing hay fever and asthma)

dear mind.

stop being a pathetic sad loser.

sincerely, me.

Dear Departed,

Why the fuck did you leave? You've hurt everyone, especially me. I hope you're fucking happy.

-Depressed

Dear- Skies over my Homeland
I'm losing my way, and you always hold clouds in your beautiful dawn, too far for me to grasp, and I am too weak to fly. Show me a mountain so that I might ascend and touch the sky again, while looking once again on my heartland.
sincerely- Tired Wanderer

Dear Alaska,
You're lucky I'm not an ecoterrorist. Really lucky.

dear unnamed friend:

what the hell happened between us? i know i was having a bad day and i guessed you'd had enough of putting up with me and my whimsically stupid ways. but even our brother is confused. wtf happened?

-the other one.