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.

Dear Professor,

I did not want another real class when I signed up to take Spanish with you. I was under the impression that it would be an independent study class, not an hour, 3 times a week where I would be given 48 hours to write a 2 page essay on a complex topic in a foreign language.

Can we please cut back our meetings and give me more notice for assignments in the future?

-Meg

Dear Self,

What the hell is going on with you? Why is this happening? Is life really that fucking bad?

J

dear-Skies over my Homeland,
The past and time, once lost, can never be regained. Would that I could go back to you, but chaos stirs my soul.
sincerely-Tired Wanderer

Dear Someone,

I don't know what it is about me, but I don't get the impression you like talking to me. For some reason, it is as if you only talk to me to make me feel better, but you don't really want to. Days go by without contact, which is torture for me, but it doesn't seem to even bother you. I am selfish, much too selfish than I should be, and I think that is what has pushed you away. Once, there was a time where we talked every day, and we enjoyed each other's company. That is, of course, why I felt so close to you. I just want things to be like they were.

-Alex

Did you a favor, sweetiepie.

Since i can't edit that, i'm going to rewrite it so it makes sense.


Dear... Bitches (you know i'm talking to you)

What the hell? I think you need to get a life and stop fucking with your daughters. Your ruining more than one life with your meddling. Grr, you make me mad, and me mad, is a horrible thing for many people. it is not pretty. YOUr fucking lucky that i'm deciding not to contact her, because if i did, i would blow up in your fucking face, count your fucking lucky stars. their in your favor right now.

Jeez,
J

Dear you,
Please, just let me and my family make our own decision, we are not happy and probably never will be here. please just support our choices and leave it at that. you DONT need to run my friends in the ground like they are just trash, in fact next time this comes up I will be sure to tell you that.
This pisses me off so bad, I thought I knew you, well I do now and now I know I cant trust you.

Dear who raped that little girl,

What the hell were you thinking, did you think about how you might have ed up her mental health when you did it? popped a little girls cherry? Did you maybe think that all of this might have had an effect that she would feel for the rest of her ing life? that she would probably blame her self. bitch, do not ever do that again, i will find you and kill you.
er.

J

Dear J-
How cunning that simple trap was, trying to get me to admit to it. I didn't curse you. I just hoped you would feel. Just feel all the pain you inflict on people. Know that is why it's happening to you. It's justice. Stop speaking with me. I care, but I don't care that much.
-E

Dear you
I feel like I need to do something and I am fearful for what that something may be, things are so good, I dont want to screw it up. This is not a negative thing, but why does everyone make me feel like it is? I dont even know if I can handle it, and I know that the decision is permanent. I dont know, I just dont know.

Dear J
I can't talk to you anymore and keep my sanity. You think this fight is going to turn out like the rest, don't you? We'll be back together before samhain. Well it won't be. This time it's different. You should have thought of that before you knifed my heart on the wall.
-E

Dear Mom,

We haven't really talked much in six days. I'm beginning to get angry at you now. We see each other for 20 minutes in the morning, when we don't really have time to talk because I'm getting ready for school and you're getting ready for work. When you get home from work, you either go to sleep or don't talk to me. When I talk to you, you either ask me to do you a favor, ask me to leave because you don't feel like talking, or just plain don't respond. You may not know this; You may think I don't remember anything that happened between you and dad, but I don't trust people easily. I don't tell people very much about me. I hang out with people a lot, have fun, but if you ask them, they won't be able to tell you anything about me. I have one friend, other than you, who I can tell anything, and I haven't talked to her very much lately. Who does that leave me to talk to? Internet people. You know, it's kinda sad that people I've never even met talk to me more than you do, and know more about me than you ever have. Don't keep this up.

-Michelle.

Dear Mom-
I wish you hadn't shown dad that letter... I wrote it to you, not him.. If I told you my secrets, would you do the same? I know you're worried about me. I'm worried about me, too. But I wrote it to you. Why do you betray my trust?
-your son

Dear Marlboro,

Why the hell do you make cigarettes? their too damn addicting.

Fuck.
Julia

Dear pimples,
Just because I went camping doesn't mean that you should pop out all over my face. I hate you. You suck. I will show you no mercy.
Your host,
me

Dear-----

I have tried to forgive you for all that has happened over the last few months..I have asked you to explain why you would use me knowing the out come. Did you realize the repercussions of your decisions? You must have? You must have known that the moment you pointed to me, that my life would end..once again..and I would have to rebuild it from the ground up..possibly for the last time..
Please help me understand how you can betray your closest friend..someone whom you have depended on..someone who has looked up to you for wisdom and advice..how could you just accuse and walk away..knowing that the words you spoke were not the truth..never were and never will be..yet you allowed them to prosecute me and take everything away from me..all I have worked so hard for..and once again I walk alone.
You stole my trust..you stole my heart..my heart, now painted black, is heavy with confusion and uncertainty..and I can find no relief in sight..
I love you and hate you at the same time…you were my best friend..my only “true” friend..and now I am left with nothing but..endless tears..and the imprint of your face..forever lost...on my barren soul..

Dear....,
I miss everyone, and the e-mails I sent out were written by my parents. I guess they don't realize how much my friends here help me. When Lor went wak last year my whole life changed. I wish they would let me talk, but if you want them to read everything I write or say don't write at all.

They don't understand I want to keep being friends with all of you. I think I can handle whatever they throw at me now. Hope we can still be friends.

Sorry sweep for deleting you from my msn, but they were gonna check it. MSN now is only for people I know who live around me.

Parents your not helping the situation only making it worse. I'm stronger than you think.
-EAS

Dear kid who for some reason can't ever figure out the door is actually open,

The doors are unlocked from 8-5. If I have to open it for you one more time in those hours I might hit you. You just have to pull it. It's not that difficult. Maybe if you laid off the drugs you could figure that out.

Dear Parents of that lost friend,


FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


The one hurt friend.