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Dear JK Rowling, DDDDDDDDDX Seriously? I know you have the right to use the "hammer of death" but... you're totally taking advantage. Did you have to kill off EVERYONE that I liked DX *dies* love,
Danie |
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Dear Fourth Graders, I think I like the fifth graders more. You guys never shut up. Ever. At least the fifth graders provide me with that luxury. Sincerely, Tired And I've Only Had You One Day Each |
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dear you, "three days ago, I contemplated killing myself."
nothing anyone else has ever said or done has ever made me feel so broken.
my heart is never going to forget hearing that come out of your mouth,
nor will it ever forget that I didn't mean enough to be a reason not to.
I'm glad someone was, but just the fact that there was a possibility...
I ache all over. -your girlfriend. P.S: three days ago... so had I.
maybe that connection we spoke about wasn't such a joke after all. |
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Dear Body: I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror, because when I do, I don't see the person I want to be. I see a fat, lazy, ugly slob who can't even muster up the energy to do her schooling. I see someone who hasn't left the house in a week. I see someone who everyone hates. This is not me! This is not who I want to be!! No love, me. |
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Dear Greg, That's it. I am grabbing you after English class and dragging you to the love party with me. You don't have to stay the whole time, but you do have to come. No questions asked. You may not want to talk to me; that's fine. However, I'm not going to sit by and do nothing. I've told you about love, I think its time you meet some of the people who changed my life. -Colleen |
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Dear C, I'm spiralling downwards into the abyss of my own mind. I need something to grab onto... I'm clawing at the walls, trying to pull myself up but grasping only dirt beneath my fingers. I'm afraid to tell you about how fast I'm sinking, how far you've caused me to fall, because the last thing that I want you to feel is guilt. Its not your fault, I'm the one that should have walked away when I had the chance, I'm the one that should have put a stop to this... who should have said no to my screaming emotions and pounding heart. But I never was very good at saying "no," was I love? If I had a penny for every time I was told to "just get over it and move on" I would be a getting richer by the minute. Maybe then I could start fresh... move somewhere where no one knows my name, no one knows my past. As it stands now, I have nothing but a few dollars to my name, a pack of cigarettes, and the knowledge that even though we love each other, it will never be enough. I can't escape my thoughts. They play over and over and over in my head until I feel like i'll go crazy if I don't get the hell out of this goddamn town. Start over somewhere else. You are really the only thing keeping me here. I can't let you go, can't quit you... I need you, C. Help me find a way out of this, I don't think I can handle it alone anymore. Love,
S
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Dear ex- boyfriend,
Of course I still love you. It's not just going to go away. Some guys are bruises, some guys are scars. You're a scar. I still see your picture and flinch, and my heart jumps and I get nauseous. And then I think of how often I cried, and how often I made you cry, and how much we hurt each other.
And apparently you cheated on me? Joy.
Well, I hope you're happy. Because I am. I have him now. And he isn't a scar. He's the stiches for my wounds, the cure for my bruises.
I used to wake up with the deepest sense of regret at letting you go, my mind brimming with what ifs, my eyes flooding with tears and my mouth weighed down with remorse.
But now I can wake up with my head clear, my eyes dry, and his name on my lips.
Love isn't hard, not like how it was for us. It's easy, if you let it be.
I choose to let it be easy.
I refuse to let your asshole like tendencies to bring me down.
I deserve this.
-Sincerly
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Dear Downstairs Neighbors, It is 11:16 pm on a Tuesday night, do you know where your kids are? Oh yeah you do, they are screaming their heads off and I can hear every fucking word. I know kids can be tough and all that shit, but when I was their age I was in bed with my mouth shut by 9 every night. I would be willing to forgive you if this were a one time thing. But no. This has happened every night for the entire fucking semester. I am a law student smack dab in the middle of finals week. I am either stressed out of my jesusloving mind or I am hopelessly trying to squeeze a few hours of sleep out of my body. Your screaming malcontent excuse for offspring are making me crazy pants bananas. How in the world can I learn about vicarious liability when you all are perpetually five minutes away from a domestic disturbance call? I can't go to the library because it is night time. Also, your commotion is interfering with my implied warranty of quiet enjoyment. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I TORCH THIS FUCKING PLACE USING MY TORTS BOOK AS KINDLE!!!! Raising kids is hard, I know. But not every child is as shrill and god awful as yours. E.
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Dear hoebag, Let's keep it this way for a good long while, agreed? Dear mysterious administrator,
Can we have another snow day? Pleeeease? Dear other half,
I love you. |
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dear bf, after my last entry i never thought we would overcome our differencies yet again..
we had so much arguments and fights in the last year i was almost sure the way you reacted at first would break us up.
but what can i say? after a very heavy fight including you holding me down and me trying to break free and a lot of shouting and other stuff...we made up once again.
and i'm really glad we did, because i still love you even though you can be such an asshole sometimes!!
but you know...yesterday when you came back home so late after your band-practice you rubbed your face into mine while laughing so cute and snuggeled your freezing body up to mine...it's something i will always remember because it left me feeling so loved by you. and thank you for texting me you'll be late today even though i know you don't understand why i want you to txt me such! i am feeling so happy tonight!
thank you so much for your love!
i think we'll be able to make it if we really work together!! love you!
yours gf
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Dear You, I can halt my thoughts when I begin to think of you.
I can burn the pictures that bring back the life we used to hold.
I can throw out the stacks of letters I keep under my bed.
I can delete the e-mails that I never sent.
I can break that vase that you made for me in art class.
I can tear up that napkin that you drew on yesterday, when I asked you why you're doing this.
I can hold back my tears so that you won't see me cry.
I can shake my head when you ask me why. I can walk the halls, and stay up all night.
I can choose not to eat, or to go out tonight.
I can follow you home, or walk the other way.
I can say mean things, just to make sure that you still care.
I can rip up that t-shirt that you said I looked good in.
I can break those CDs that you and I used to listen to.
I can go out and drink till my head hurts, cuz' I can't cope without you.
I can fuck him hard, knowing that the thought of me doing so makes you angry.
I can try to forget the memories that I know you wish I didn't regret.
I can avoid you, or I can sit beside you, knowing that you wish I wasn't there. I can break our promises, and make sure you know I did.
I can dress you down, because I know you inside and out.
I can tear you apart, because we both know you'd be better off sobbing.
I can self-destruct until there's nothing left, knowing that you would simply follow me, to the death of yourself.
I can do all these things, because you made me choose; between him, and between you.
I can understand, the loss of a friend.
I can understand, why you wish it would end.
I can see, that you still wonder why.
I can see you, wishing that you could put your feelings aside, or at least pick one.
I can see the choices you would have to make; to hate me, or to love me, despite the fact that I chose him. But the only thing that I can't do is sever the feelings that I have for you. I can't change the way it ended, then.
I can't change the way it's ending now.
I can't help that I love you, but don't want to be with you.
I can't help that everyday, I have to see you.
I can't help that I cause us both pain, everyday.
I can't help... that I'm unable to choose.
I can't help my inability to kill this indecision where it stands... the very thing I know you could do, if you were able to understand. |
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Dear You, I will do anything, ANYTHING (nearly anything) to get to go to AX and see you. I'm going to try harder to get a job. You have no idea how much I want to meet you, and hang out with you. I dreamed about it once. Maybe the dream could come true? hmm... R said she would pay for everything, and while I doubt it, maybe she will and I will just have to worry about the spending money. I really, really hope this works. I know it will happen. If not this upcoming year, then the next one!! I feel like I'm going crazy already just wanting to meet you. Now if you would just get on AIM.... ~The girl who doesn't know how to feel about you God, HELP. Please, make this happen! I don't know if its some freaky coincidence or fate that not only does he plan for that trip and then R does too or what. Please, just give me a chance to meet him. I want to be around him. If just for a few days. Please, help me get a job too. I really, really want to be able to go there. The money expense will be insane. But a job soon, would make it easily manageable. So please? ~Your daughter R, How the hell are you going to pay for this trip? And since when has this been a b-day present? lol I love you but you're insane! And you won't give me answers....gahhhh!! Please don't let me down. ~D Kayleigh, Don't worry so much! You tell me everything will be fine, then everything will be fine with you. And you know I'm here if you need to talk to me. :) <3 ~D
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penniless and tired, let your hair grow long dear you! with the face! Sometimes I get frustrated and annoyed with you. Sometimes I refuse to let you touch my emotions, keep you at arm's length, sometimes I get mad over something that is always in the back of my mind. Sometimes the detrius of routine and daily life piles up and I wilt. And you're always still there. Sometimes I question why I'm still here, whether I love you or convenience, whether it wouldn't be easier without you. And you're always still there. And then I'll speak my piece, I'll act out in whatever way I deem necessary, and then we'll argue, or sit and hug and talk. And you leave me feeling blessed. Content, relieved, loved, every time. Not always immidiately, and not always without guilt, but eventually, every time we fight. This is why I can never run far, even when I walk away with tears stinging my eyes, repeating "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him". Because you call me, or I call you and we communicate like motherfuckers and our love busts out again. I'll cry and you'll yell--or, just as likely--vice versa and after a time, we'll be glowing and soft and hugging again. It's insane and frustrating and unsettling and god do I ever love you. We're passionate, and uncontrollable and helpless and it means we fit perfectly and fight like mad. I can concentrate on homework again,
your love
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Dear Tony, I hope you get a tricycle jamed up your ass. Love,
A stranger.
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Dear You, Hrmmm. The cage-free eggs come in a styrofoam carton, but the "caged" eggs come in a biodegradable carton. Thus, the industry forces me to choose my poison. So, I choose the one that's easier on my bank account: biodegradable carton. Sincerely, Chenda |
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Dear Universe/Nik's Dad, I'm starting to not like you very much. You know I love him, that I want to spend as much time with him as possible. That I get to see him so so rarely that any amount of time I get to spend with him is so much more precious than I can even describe. So why are you out to break my heart like this? It started as a three-week staying-at-Nik's-house, and I asked if that was going to be okay, of if that would be imposing. I don't know if that's what started this whole cut-off-Elysse's-seeing-Nik-time thing, or if you're just being a grumpapotamus, or what. That's not to say that I mind being at my own home for Christmas (since I could see it's breaking my mom's heart that I want to be there instead of here), and I understand that Christmas is a family thing. So then it was an almost-two-week stay, and I was thinking, "That's okay, that's more days than last time, I'm sure it won't be so hard if I have more time with him." And now... Now it's down to a measely week and two days again? Universe/Nik's Dad, you have no idea how much that is not enough time. Last time it vanished before my eyes, and I spent the last "two" days miserable and crying knowing that I'd be without him. And now we're going to do it again? So not awesome. I'm just asking for a little more time with him. Just a few more days. Please. Please please please please please. Somehow, I need this, him, more than I can say. Don't cut my time with him short. I rarely get to see him as it is. No Love,
Elysse P.S.: Thanks for making me fall for a guy in Tennessee, while I live in states away. That was so helpful. Not. </3 |
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Dear you, As of now, I am under the impression that you are no longer into me. If this is not the case, you best act soon, because I'm the kind of person who gets the "Fuck it" attitude pretty darn quickly, and if that happens, I really don't know if there will be redemption. Just saying, because I'm already starting to lose my feelings for you. Whatever,
Me.
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