Sam,

Shut up and get to work.

-Love,
The entire deli staff

Dear self-esteem

You made a fool of me last night. Please learn how to love me for me.

-Taylor

Dear Brain.

Please attemtp to figure things out. We haven't got long left now. Beileve me when i say im crossing off the weeks.
We need to do this. Lets not be a failiure for once in our life eh?
How about it? Get a bit of motivation and...Remember things for me? Process them and have a bit of individual and inovative thought. It would really, really be appreciated right about now.

Love and dependance,
Maz.

Dear Mom,

I don't know what to think.You sound like your old self over the phone, but if I see you, I am afraid that you will still be sick and I don't know how to heal you. I wish that I could somehow but I don't know how. You used to be so strong and proud and maybe that's why you changed.

I know that you don't like Flux, but it isn't for you to decide who I love anymore than it is for me to decide who you love. I hope you have made peace with that since I last saw you--when you were still proud and healthy.

I still wish at time that you were still proud if it meant that you were also healthy. But your pride got in the way when it came to doing what is right, which is why Flux can't stand you. For all the wrong that you have done, I can forgive, but he cannot. He can't forgive you for disowning me and taking what is mine. He can't forgive your selfishness and pride. He can't forgive you for raising me to be afraid all the time and to let everyone to use me. He can't forgive you for controlling me and my life. He can't forgive you for calling me hurtful names unjustly. And he can't forgive you for not letting him protect me when you failed.

And at times, I have struggled to forgive you as well. But I miss my family, so I am willing to put what passed between us aside in order to see you. I find it difficult to forgive you, but I can put my anger aside.

But how have you changed? I don't know what to think.

your daughter

Dear _____,

I love you with all my heart and I'm glad that we have two wonderful (and sometimes misbehaving) boys together. I love how you are always willing to help out your family and to a point, I do hate that. I remember a conversation we had one night about how you don't like telling your family "no" when they want something and how easy it is to tell me "no" because I understand (even when you admit it makes you look like a jerk). But you're my jerk and I love you for it.

I know that things have been rough as can be over the past year. I was sad when we found out your mom had cancer and even sadder this past December when she passed away because of it. I know how much everyone misses her and how everyone but that one person has been strong in front of people. I know that when no one is around, it's hard to stay strong. I wish I knew the right words to say to make things a little better but I don't. I hate that too.

Lately, you know that I have been looking forward to going back to school and even enjoyed the classes I could attend. Do I blame you or anyone else for the reason I had to drop out? No. You tried helping me get to the classes as best as you could without being late for work. It just worked out that your step-dad broke his ankle when I needed him to pick the boys and me up from class. But I'm not bitter at him either. Things happen. And yes, his broken ankle caused him to miss what's going to be 6 weeks of work. Which means it was perfect timing since you got your tax refund to cover the bills. The same money you had planned on putting up for a rainy day. Well, baby, it's been pouring.

You know how I feel about your siblings. I try to get along with them all and not have any ill feelings towards them. Which, surprisingly, is easy. But I kinda hate when they speak ill of each other. No one is perfect. And I hope I can stay out of any fights that will probably happen.

Oh, if I could change one thing about you... It would be how you feel about spending a little money on yourself. You rarely buy anything for yourself because of the chance that someone else might need the money. DO you think they feel that way when they buy something for themselves? I don't think it crosses their minds much. I'm glad you got your new TV and hope that this year will be one where we don't have to pawn or sell your PS3. I feel awful that you'll sell your things and not let me sell mine to help out. I lucked out that last time and managed to get you to keep the PS3. Thank you for not being hard-headed that day.

I love you so much and you already know that. But I don't think I can say that or thank you enough.

Love Always,
Me

(Wow, this did feel good to do.)

Dear _______,

I don't know what to say to you. I wish I could say I didn't feel anything, but I do. I think...it's the desire to fall for you. And it feels like I could, which is so wrong. I'm with someone right now. Someone I'm sometimes afraid doesn't deserve me, someone who I think I could be happy with and who has offered to marry me (for both right and wrong reasons). I love him. I don't love you. So why do I chase you? Today you told me you would have made love to me when things between me and him were bad. Today you told me that now you would only have sex with me. That seems backwards. And honestly, it helped me move on from your hold a little. I don't think I could separate my emotions from such a physical thing. It just doesn't work that way for me....something I've been telling you for a while. I don't know what you want from me. Do you truly want to be my friend if I turn you down? What does it mean if I decide to go through with this? And, for crying out loud, why am I considering this? Is it because, after he cheated on me, a part of me checked out? I haven't allowed myself to be properly angry about that and maybe that's something I need to do. I don't know if I can forgive him. Especially now when I know what it's like to kiss someone else, to have them on your mind while you're with someone else. Being with you both helps and hurts. But something so physical...I just don't know if I could go through with it. I feel so wrong writing this here, but I have no where else to go. I wish you didn't think everything was black and white. It's not.

Dear GS,

There is so much that I want to say to you even though I know I can't. Listen, I really do like you but surely you understand why I wouldn't have sex with you. I am ENGAGED. Yes, maybe I like you, but I LOVE my fiance and I can't afford to lose him. I couldn't live without him. I'm really sorry. I really don't want to lose you either,,but if I must choose between the two ofyou I'm choosing TR. You don't really care about me, you just wanted sex..which was pretty obvious considering you got pissed and refused to talk to me after I said no. I tried to convince myself that maybe you cared, but I'm not going ot lie to myself anymore. I knew that you were a jerk and I let you hurt me anyways. I cried for a while after you stopped talking ot me. it had negative effects on my relationship because I was so depressed, hurt, and angry. I didn't want to ose you as a friend. I should have known you would hurt me. You have hurt me before but this time it was just so much worse. I can't seem to get these thoughts and feelings out of my head. Now I am writing this in hopes for some closure, but that closure does not appear to be coming to me. I'm still hurt, empty, and lost. I still try to talk to you from time to time, even though I know that it is useless and foolish..I feel like I am weak for it..You actually did talk to me the other day on myspace, after I ran into you at wamart. I was shocked. I'm sorry but I don't think I can do this any longer. YOu need to decide whehter you want to be in my life and continue to be my friend or not. Don't leave me hanging for I can't holdon much longer.

Love, KC[COLOR="Silver"]

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(Oh my, the poster above me is in a similar situation! )

Dear mp30,
Please, write yourself for me.
Thank you.

Dear Tom
I hate you. Stay away from Liz. Grr!

Dear Time,

Please slow the fuck down so I can play around more on Menewsha and still get enough sleep to go to class tomorrow.

Sincerely,
Jody

P.S. I'll probably write a more serious letter later. But not about time.

Dear Mom,

It's been nearly a year come the end of March. You wouldn't believe how hard it was to tell everyone what happened since it was on March 30th. I wish you knew what happened to the house. I know you've always said that stuff can just burn and no one gets anything, that's not how my sisters saw it. Hey, at least I granted part of your wishes. I know you said "no funeral, just leave me alone." I couldn't. I don't think anyone would have understood and if they did they really would have loved to have honored you. You should have heard the song Trish wrote for you, I still have it in my bag full of the cards I got from the funeral. So what's the afterlife like? Did you meet up with Dad? Did you see Grammy and Grampy(I guess I would call him that although I've never met the guy)? What about grandma Honey? How's she?

Sorry I couldn't save the UZI, I know you loved that thing but my sisters had to get the law in everything and since it was deemed illegal, they commanded it be melted down, although I did save Grampy's WWII japanese gun; you spent too much time getting it, I'll be damned if I let it go. I saved Pumbaa too! I couldn't save our quarters; I know where they were no one told me but the attourneys took them. It's probably in the estate like everything else, but no one is telling me. They sold the house and it breaks my heart because Dad spent so much time on it, but I remember how you said you'd trade it for some 15 acre land with a horse, so I guess it's okay. The hardest things for me were that I tried my best to save your record collection, I specifically asked for them, but I was there and someone had just walked off with them, 75 cents for your collector's white album. That was REALLY hard to see. They sold my stuff too. I know, you're furious when you hear this but apparently no one told anyone my room was off limits, although my sisters were there and whatnot. But if I'm proud of anything, I saved your truck. What sucks is that it seems as though the truck was emptied a bit, Gin took ALL the cards in the top part and your purse full of gift cards and the necessary driving tool I gave you is gone too. I liked that thing. I did my best.

But enough of that ugliness, here's what's been up in the past year. I lived with Janet for a few weeks to finish up high school, but I was 20 credits short, which is okay because I went into independent studies and got my credits in a couple of months, which is sooner than anyone expected. After that I moved up here with Aunt Cindy and Uncle Cal. Mondo came with me 3 months later. Hey mom, I survived swine flu, at least I think I had it. It was the worst fever I'd had, even worse than that 104 I broke. I had all the symptoms too! So anyways, I'm in college now, guess what I'm taking? I needed some extras to be a full time student, so I'm in speech and ASL. I figured that ASL you taught me should be completed. I'm also taking english and raku. My english is a bore, the book we're reading is so under what I'm used to. I read "The Inferno" in high school and I have to stoop to this? You know what I mean, right? Never take a placement test before you graduate. before this I was SWAMPED with baking classes. Those were fun, but they all filled up this semester before I had the chance to take them. Did I tell you? I was asked a couple of times to make cakes for the family. I even got to work with a catering company. I was paid, too! I have a motorbike, it's a DIY kit you add to your bike already, anyone without a license can drive it if it's under 50cc. I named her Betty! She gets 150mpg! But here's some things I don't think you'll be too happy about. I saved Ferdie and Daisy, we had Rockie for awhile here, but she got into fights with other dogs and she was still too hyper. We took her on walks, they did little. I know you'd have my head on a platter for this because I remember how you said you don't want her familliar outside of the gate. We have daisy, she's okay and lively because she's still a part of a pack here. Ferdie is just coming out of hibernation, we have a HUGE area set for her. It's about 2 or 3 times the size of the place grammy set for her. As for Myia, I gave her to Lance. Hey, you know she never liked me, how can I take care of something that won't let me? I know, I could give her time, but between college, the tortoise, the dog, chores, and homework, it's hard. Hell, it's 1am and it's my only free hour. I have to get some sleep soon so I can wake up and catch my class 12 hours from now. I went snowboarding. I know you don't want to hear, but I did a head-dive. It's been almost 2 months and my neck is still sore. Hey, you missed my 18th birthday! It was tons of fun! Aunt Cindy& Uncle Cal got me a new trenchcoat imported from Singapore. I got an antique chain too! Skylar and Stephanie made me some curtains, they hand-painted dragons on them! Did I tell you? Skylar is getting married in July! You'd love Steph, she's just so nice! I went to the Woodstock anniversary, there are too many things to say about that to put online. I also saw this band called "The Decemberists" about a month before Woodstock. There's really a Treasure Island! They played there! I took pictures. I saw pirates on stilts! I've been going to the movies more. Did you know Tim Burton is making a new "Alice in Wonderland" and it comes out in March? I'm planning to dress up that day! I've gotten some awesome vintage stuff recently, I got a corset from the 20's! My room is a mess right now, though. Also, you will raise your upper lip and make a face, it seems I lie cats. The one here is such a sweetheart! She doesn't smell, she's just a big fluff ball! The minute you touch her, she purrs! She sleeps in my room too. She's adopted me, apparently. Speaking of cats, Sheri said you blew it, they were going to visit in June, but without you they have no reason to come to California. I want to write more, but I need my sleep.

-Your Daughter

Dear _______,

I miss you.

It's been three years now since we saw each other for the last time, and I keep thinking about the look you had on your face. Were you shocked about what I had told you? I wish I knew what you were thinking, but for some reason I think that even despite your eloquence you could not have articulated what had come over you; it was like you had already gone somewhere unreachable and couldn't return even if you desperately wanted to.

It's mostly a warm feeling I get now when I think about you. There's no more burning tears, but that empty space still echoes your name.

Ich liebe Dich.

______.

Originally Posted by kollusim

Dear _______,

I miss you.

It's been three years now since we saw each other for the last time, and I keep thinking about the look you had on your face. Were you shocked about what I had told you? I wish I knew what you were thinking, but for some reason I think that even despite your eloquence you could not have articulated what had come over you; it was like you had already gone somewhere unreachable and couldn't return even if you desperately wanted to.

It's mostly a warm feeling I get now when I think about you. There's no more burning tears, but that empty space still echoes your name.

Ich liebe Dich.

______.

This makes me sad.. even though I have no idea what this is about.

Dear Mom,

Have you tried finding a job in this economy? Sure, youve found them ONLINE. But how fast do you think people get out to those, BEFORE I have the chance? You want to kick me out on the streets, fine. DO IT! But if so much as 1 thing is sold from my room, you better find a good lawyer. Ive been busting my ass trying to find a job. Its not my fault the economy is so fucked up that people are losing jobs all over the place, and that they get to places before I can. Maybe its because they drive, which you seem to not care about helping me with. Stop shoving that pole up your ass and start paying attention to the outside world. Its not all sunshine and lollipops like you seem to believe. And maybe, just MAYBE I will give a shit when you decide to be nice to me next. Oh, and forget about me EVER helping you cook anything ever again. You've lost your connection to someone that is trained to cook. Have a good life, because I know Im trying my hardest.

-Your son

Dear ****,

All of those catchy phrases, like “live every moment like it’s your last” and “our time on this world is so short,” are outstandingly short-sighted. To those people, they have only one moment in their life, the present; they fight violently to gain something near immortality by filling their present with a desperate array of activity, motion, change, chaos. It never occurs to them that in their past, they've had a million presents, and those moments are not gone. They don’t realize that they’ve already been immortal several times.

I have had years in my life which were gone in an instant, and I have had nights which have lasted for ages. Through those unending moments I have lived more life than I can measure, and I will have hundreds more such moments before I die. And even then, my death will not wipe those moments from existence. I will still live forever, as hundreds of different people in hundreds of different lives. And those periods which the calendar and clock tell me are vast, yet are gone in a moment? Unlike those “live every moment like it’s your last” people, I do not fear them. The down time has its own value, and prepares me for the next moment which will never end.

So, while I may drive a really fast car, or go sky-diving, I will never do so with the goal of making myself feel young or alive. I will always be alive, and I will always be young, and middle-aged, and old. And I will live my old age now, in my youth, through my imagination, and I will live my youth later, in my old age, through my memories.

We already have more life than we will ever be able to consume, why do we cling to the hope of more like it’s the last candle in a world of darkness? Why do we fight with such needless avarice for something of which we already have an unending supply?

I want my forever to be with you, ****, I want my forever to be yours.

Julien.

My love,

I can not accurately and precisely describe my love for you in any way. I can not show you, nor explain to you exactly how I feel. I am incapable of such expression. I wish that I could share with you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Unfortunately, I am a being of the inadequate sort. I long with every ounce of my being to be able to tell you how much I love you. I wish it were as simple as throwing my arms out to their greatest span and saying, "This much!" And meaning so much more. But that's what I'm trying to describe: so much more. I wish I could tell you, show you.

There isn't much I can say. I'm becoming redundant. This isn't working out as I had planned, but rarely does anything come out as I had planned. I just wish you could know exactly how much I love you. Those words, very bland and boring as they may be, mean quite a lot when you keep them in context. And boy, do I love you.

Sincerely,
Your love.

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Dearest Sperm Donor,

I hate that I am biologically connected to you and that I share your last name. I hate that any part of me resembles you. I hope your death is as painful as you have made my life. I hope that you know exactly how much I hate you and how much I do not ever want to speak to you again.

Go $)@! yourself with a spork and die.

With much honesty,
Ashley.

Dear ______:

I don't know who you are, I've never seen you, or met you. But I hate you.

I hate you for all the pain that you've caused the man you broke up with. I'm certain it was you!

He hasn't told me anything- I'm afraid to bring you up, as I know it'll hurt him.

He was so excited for his trip back home- so imagine my surprise when he comes back three /days/ earlier than he had intended- and he won't tell me why!

Because it upset him. It was you- wasn't it!? You did something to him- you hurt him somehow! Your supposed to still be friends! You text him /all the time/.

I know. I can't even have a decent conversation with him- as he'll stop to text /you/.

Why do you keep hurting him? What on earth happened between the two of you!?

I hate you on a personal level as well. We had a good thing going- him and I. But I had to cut it off- because he was hurting from you still.

Its been 9 months since you broke up. (I think- my math may be a little off)

Whatever you did- it must have really hurt him.

Did you cheat on him? Were you seeing that boy that your in a relationship now while you were still with ____? (Facebook- I can't get /anything/ from ____, but to be fair I don't really try)

I hate you so much- and I would wish that you would die- so that you stop causing him pain- but I know that in itself would cause him pain.

And I don't wish him pain. Just you.

I wish that you would feel all the emotional anguish that you've put him through.

Its only fair.

Dear Mother,

You need to realize that im not my sister. I will not make her mistakes, I will make my own. I do learn things the hard way but if you haven't figured out why yet, well because its easier for me. You say that my shrink is my crutch, well she is a hell of a lot better to talk to then you. You say that you are unbiased but everything out of my mouth you shoot down. You tell me that I'm wrong, or that i need to plan more realistically. well these plans are realistic, its my reality and my determination to get me where i want and need to go.

Also, you have no right to tell me who i can and can not love. Mike, well you made me break up with him and i was too chicken shit to stand up for myself and him. Robert, I'm madly in love with him and that is not changing whether you like it or not. I will fight you all the way on this one.n I will fallow every last one of your damn rules but you have no right to tell me that i cant be with him.

I'm not a little child anymore Mom, Let me grow up.

-Your baby girl

Dear mike,

you are a self conceited ass hole, telling me that I'm moving on too fast, that i shouldn't have a boyfriend when you so conveniently had a girl friend when school started. At least i waited three months before moving on and i really meant the things that i said. I didn't go around pulling lies outta my ass left and right.

Get over me, stop fallowing me, stop looking at me, stop talking about me, for the love of all that is holy stop thinking about me!!! I'm not going to tell your secrets to the world, you said you trusted me. clearly you didn't if you thought that the first time you pissed me off i was going to spread rumors. yes i broke it off, yes that was harsh, but you! oh you had to try and keep the fire burning. I was tempted to cheat, to get back together with you. then you turn around and show me the real reason that i broke up with you.

have a good life

-your ex ,that's all, no more




mmmm...... that felt really good

Dear Agony,

Please just leave me be. It's been hard to deal with you over the last three days. I can't sleep at night and it feels as though I'm going to fall apart. The emotional strain is taking a toll on my body physically. Although I've worked for four days straight you aren't allowing me any form of rest which in turn is effecting how I work and function. I can't eat. It's almost as if you are punishing me for loving. But maybe you have a point, maybe I shouldn't risk the hurt, the pain again. With out the hurt how can I grow and learn when in fact it truly is love? Agony, just let go of me.

-Taylor

Dear_______,

First it was him I was writing about, now it's you. I wish I hadn't spent so much time writing all these letters about either of you. I wonder if anyone out there has followed my story. I don't know. I know at least one person has contacted me after reading my letter. I'm sad. I'm sad because of what he did to me and what you're doing to me. I wish I could just be your friend...it would make things so much easier for me. Be there for me or don't be there for me, just don't pretend that you don't care. Don't tell me that you only want one part of me when you don't. It makes it even more confusing. And I confess everything, while you stay silent. I'm sorry for making things so complicated. I needed you when no one else was there for me. And you were there, even after I rejected you...you were there. I have no idea what you think. What you must think of me. And it's all about me isn't it? You're no longer taken, but now I am. I need to remind myself of that. That what could've been with you...shouldn't be now. I might get married, do you understand that? I can't have you on my mind when I'm with him. I can't be thinking about you when I kiss him...and feeling your lips on mine. It's not fair to him. Yes, he did the same to me. But does that make this right? And I can't keep my feelings out of it because they are there. How can you ask me to keep my feelings out of it, to not "overthink" it? You're all I think about because I don't know what to do about you. I don't know how to not hurt you, I don't know how to keep from liking you, and I don't know what the right thing to do is anymore. I know that I can't have all this going on while I'm with him. It's not fair to him, but it's not fair to you. Now you tell me you're jealous. Well, I was jealous too. But that doesn't mean we should sleep together. That doesn't mean we should give in. So what should we do? Ignore what we feel till it goes away? Be mean to each other so that it does go away? When did you fall for me? Did you fall for me? You make everything more confusing than it has to be. Our thing was always honesty, remember? You got me to tell you things I hadn't told anyone else. Yet I don't think you truly know me. I don't know what you must think of me. Why me? Why out of everyone, me? What makes me so special to you? Is it me or is it the thought of someone like me after so many bad ones? Because I've always thought I was a good person. If I go through with this, I don't know what I'll think about myself. I can't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I can't.

I wonder if anyone has any happy letters they cannot send.

Gary,
You talked to me today, and you were more or less implying that we should have sex..i do believe.
and i believe you wanted me to admit that i like you, but that isn't going to happen. I can't believe you hurt me so bad. I'm sorry that your girlfriend dumped you, and I really hope you feel better and wish the best for you, but quit taking advantage of me!
yours truly, me.

GS, Why arent you online?! I miss you, even though I know I really shouldn't. Geeze, look at this situation I've gotten myself in. Where are you?! I have something I need to tell you..i think.... maybe.... so confused. - From me.

Dear midterms, Why do you hate me so? You are terribly evil! Religion midterm, you better be easy!

Dear snow, Ah your evil, but thank you for the first snow day D&E college has ever had, friday. that was cool.

Well dang, nobody posted in between that. It's been like over a day lol, guess the thread has died.

Dear ______,

I miss how we used to be. How you used to stay up all night to talk to just me, and how we would talk about our future, getting an apartment together, living together, getting married, and falling asleep together. I miss how you use to kiss me with such passion and how soft they this kisses were. I miss how you would call me beautiful every day, and how you would always be holding my hand, or had your arm around my waist. I miss being everyone's favorite couple. But now, all of that is gone... When we talk you take forever to answer because you are talking to five pther people and playing a video game. We never talk about the future anymore, we still don't live with eachother, you never mention a wedding. You never spent the night with me even though I have my own place now. They way you kiss now is just quick, like it means nothing. I cannot recall the last time you called me pretty. You never want to hold me or hold my hand, unless I make the connection first... Everyone used to know I was the only girl in your life and you treated me like it. Now we just seem like good friends, nothing more. Where did it go wrong? When you realized that you wanted immortality most? When did I become so unimportant? Our four year anniversary passed along with valentine's day... was I expecting too much when I wanted you to be romantic? Those two days killed me... I thought you would surprise me. Why didn't you warn me your mother said those things about me? Why did you let believe everything she said? Didn't you feel anything when I begged you for answers? You left me alone to cry... You keep leaving me when I need you... I can't handle this anymore. I love you, but it all hurts too much. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm sorry.

I'm no longer your angel, am I?

Dear Canada,
Just because you won the gold doesn't mean Crosby loves you. He doesn't.