Dear XX,

I've loved you for a long time. It feels like I've known you for a really long time. Now that I've finally met you face to face, I want to be with you even more. There are so many things that I want to tell you, but I'm so scared because I know what you will say. I know because I'm still in a pseudo-relationship with her I can't be with you like I want to be. But the real problem is you won't tell me what you want, you won't tell me what will make you happy. You won't even talk to me when I know that there is something that upsets you. I want to be that person that you go to when you have no one else, I want to be your rock and your support, your shoulder to cry on. I watch you now as you sleep and I just wish so much that I could sleep next to you every night and wake up with you every morning. In the past it felt like you loved me so much, sometimes now I even think I can see it in your eyes from time to time, but I don't know it could just be me. I love you, whether or not you really believe me. That's why I do so much for you, I want you to be pleased with me. I want to show you how much I love you. I would drive again and again just so I can stare at your beautiful eyes, that wonderful moment when I first stared inot them. You had a co-worker ask you how long we had been together, I was left wishing and longing that you could tell her that we were together and that I made you happy and that you didn't need anyone else. You told me that you didn't believe in love, well if you don't then you don't believe in me, because I love you. I know that I'm not the best person in the world and I know that I do some stupid things, but I still love you. I hope that one day you can tell me that you love me too.

love always,
your Bones

Dear _______,

I hate you, you really piss me off, and I want you to know it. I know you are two faced, I read your emails where you slagg me off to people that don't know me, but in the same breath you say you see me as a friend and not just your best friend's fiance. I hate the way you always bitch about your sister and how you hate her and hate the way she acts and you don't care about her or her life. And the way you go on about how you want someone to say something to her when she does somethign fucked up, but then when I say something to her for something she did you bitch me out and try and make me feel like shit. I hate how you talk about how life is hard for you and you hate everything about your home and family, but make no effort to get out or sort it out in any way. I hate how you play the victim, when I know that you bring these things on yourself. I hate how even though we are there for you so much, you talk about me like I'm fucking scum when you don't even know the half of each situation. I hate that you say you don't want to get involved with your familys bullshit, yet you involve yourself out of choice. I hate that you try to kill yourself because a girl dumped you and now you think your life is so hard. Well guess what? I have REAL problems and I don't play victim like you. You're going to end up alone and it's all your own fault.

Dear above persons sister,

Fuck off and die, you're a piece of shit. If you were my daughter I'd be ashamed of you and I'd send you away. You should never have been born, you are a disgrace. The way you act, dress, talk is fucking stupid. Why do you think it's ok to treat people the way you do? You're probebly gonna end up being a homeless, drug addicted hooker with 8 kids and AIDs and it's all yoru own fault. I hope you die, because you only make people's lives worse.

Dear above persons mom,

First off, do you know what hypocrit even means? Go look it up before you go calling me it you stupid piece of trash. I hate you and I hate how you say you hate your daughter because of the way she is, the way she acts and the way she treats you. I hate that you told me you wish you could dumo her and move away because you hate her, but when I said she was fucked up for posting pictures of her pretending to slit her wrists "for a laugh" you attack me and say i attacked her. I hate that you tell me you'd never make light of soemthing like that YET tell me your daughter's distasteful pictures were cute silly fun. How fucking stupid are you to not see that YOU are a hypocrit? I hate that you cry for someone to sort her out yet when someone stands up to her you attack them and try to make them feel like shit. I hate you for being so stupid and buying 5 grands worth of dogs AFTER you find out you could be homeless if you cant pay for things that your ex would be if he wasnt so ill, and when he dies you wont get any money from him so you'll need to find it elsewhere... but you buy 5ks worth of fucking dogs?!? You deserve to be homeless and you deserve the daughter you cry about because you made it all this way.

I hate you all, I hope the worst happens to you because it will be your fault, and then you wont act so fucking high and mighty.

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Too angry to type perfectly, too pissed off to care and correct it all :p

Dear ___,

Why do you let me be so confused? Do you like to see me cry all the time, do you like me making songs up about you that I can never remember? Do like me waiting and waiting for you to call? I hate sitting around and waiting to talk to you. I feel like I am a worthless piece of shit that you just throw into the trash and ignore. Do you like it when I pretend to get the mail when your across the street? Do you like me talking to you all the time, or do you just want me to go away?

I want us to be more then friends. I want you to pick me over her. All of my friends say that you will, but I dont know. Sometimes I feel like I am ugly and bitchy, but then when I talk to you, I feel like I dont need to change at all. Im so confused as to what your feelings are. I really want to know please tell me.

Your friend,
______

Dear Sister,

Do you even realize what you have done to our family over the past two years? How do you not understand that yes I do love you but at the same time I am so mad you. You completely broke us financially! You are so lucky that I got scholorships for community college this year or else that future would go down the drain and I refuse to be stuck in this fucking town where no one leaves. Do you realize that if I don't get any more scholorships I have to pay my college tuition all by my freaking self! I am 18! I work full time and I'm starting full time college. I wanted to be a teenager for god's sake! But no I've had to work to support myself because Mum and Dad can't afford me anymore when you never really had to..You had this wonderful life in your hands and you threw it in the garbage.

But really they have spent thousands on you! Your college loans add up to $52,000 how in the hell are they suppose to pay that? Do you even understand the emotional stress I had to go through the past two years? Expecting to get a phone call in the middle of the night saying you were found dead in a gutter? Or that you committed suicide? Do you realize that I had to sit idly by and watch my mothers health deterorate because of you? Thinking that at anytime she was going to have a heart attack. Do you realize how much stress you put on this family? That every night me, Mum, or Dad would get in a fight because of all the stress?

Please don't get me wrong I understand that you have major anxiety and a personality disorder that causes the anxiety. But we just found that out a couple months ago...I understand that you are 9 months clean and are doing good. I am so happy for you. But you can't expect me to just forgive and forget. In the last two years I had to grow up so much. There's so much pressure on me now to be the "good" child. Everyone expects me to be this angel because they can't go through all this again. But I want to make mistakes that's how you learn..but now I can't..

Sister I love you so much and I am so proud. But deep down inside I'm still mad at you and it's going to take me awhile to get over it.

-Love your little sis

Daddy.

Okay. So. I've never really thought about writing this all down, let alone actually sending it to you, but I think it's what I need.The past two years have been hard on the whole family and I kinda regret everything I did. But the thing you have to understand is that, yes, they were mistakes, but making them was a good thing. I think. Yes, I got hurt and, in turn, everybody else got hurt too. But now I'm smarter. Stronger. And a hellofa lot less gullible. Yet, still, after getting that much out of a supposedly "terrible experience", I still can't find it in me to forgive you.

I fell in love. You hated the dude. There was conflict. War. You didn't want me to grow up -- I was all too eager. Things happened, but I told you that they didn't. Mom found out first, three months later. Still, we didn't tell you, because we knew you'd "absolutely die". Then the law came into it and she told you. You cursed him and banished him from our house, from our family, from me. You broke my heart when it wasn't even in your hands. I don't think you quite understand just how rude about it you were.

Firstly, you never liked him. My dear Wolfie. You were so horrible to him when I introduced the two of you to each other. He was gracious and polite -- you sneered and nibbled on the red chilli pepper in your hand. We tried to watch a movie together, you and your girlfriend, me and my boyfriend, and David. You scowled at Wolfie the whole time and when I'd had enough and pulled him to the front door half way through the film, you complained that I was being childish and was too eager to be with him alone. I growled and turned my back, barely containing my anger as I pushed Wolfie out the door and followed after him. I apologised on your behalf. He accepted. I never let you within a mile of him again.

Second, you were always such an ass about everything. What right did you have to break us up ? I mean, seriously. No, the government didn't demand that it happen. You just ignored everybody else and did it anyway, even though you knew it'd kill me.

(( I'll add more to this later. ¬_¬ ))

My Darling Anna,

It has been nearly three years since we've met, and to say my feelings had remained unchanged would be a lie.
They have grown stronger, as is the nature of true love.

I wish I were there to protect you, to shield you form the distress' that threaten you and the miseries that hound you, and to give to you the resplendent life that you don't know you deserve.

You are my queen, my goddess, my countess, my world. You give me joy, even in brief, short conversations that remind me that you are, in fact, not a construct of my dreams.

I wish you could find someone you love as much as I love you, and I hope that my love for you is only a pale imitation of what they feel for you. Your happiness is my absolute purpose and I will fight to the bitter end to ensure that you do not fail at whatever endeavors you set out to.

I know that I don't mean now what I meant years ago, and I know that you have found other more clever and more entertaining than I, but that does not mean that I will not his in the shadows, shielding you from harm and noiselessly carrying you through when all others have abandoned you.

I think about you nightly, daily, your thoughts, your voice, your words occupying my mind. when you come to me with trouble, petty or dire, it makes my life seem worthwhile, as if I exists solely for your happiness.

I do, my darling Anna, I do, and I devote myself to you, my love.

Love Eternally,
Your Vampire

Dear Sharli.

I wantd to say thank you for not telling me to go upstairs and go to bed the other night. I want to thank you for talking to me. I want to thank you for including me for once.

Why?

Well, If you hadn't included me, I would've gone up to my room, tooken out my box cutter, and cut the ugly skin on my stomach like I have done many times. I was planning on it. I wore the proper clothes so I wouldn't reveal it. I was going to break he promise I made with you.

But you saved me. You saved me and you don't even know it.

So thanks, big sis.
I love you.
Cass

Dear Mom,

There are a lot of things I want to say to you that I know I probably never will because I know you'll only turn my words against me.

To start out, I wanted to tell you to babying my brother. He's twenty-six for crying out loud and he still relies on you to iron his clothes! He goes home, he eats, then goes to his room. He can't even be bothered to take the dishes he uses to the sink. When he wanted a dog, you bought him one but who ends up taking care of the poor thing? Me and Dan. That's who. And when we can't take care of the dog (can't be helped really. I'm stuck in the office all day working my arse off while Dan's stuck behind the steering wheel driving you around the city and when he's not, he's in the kitchen cooking everyone breakfast/lunch/dinner), he scolds me and tells me that taking care of the dog is MY responsibility regardless of the fact that I didn't want one in the first place. He can't even go home on his own! He's afraid to take a Taxi or to take the bus and he complains when there's a drizzle! He's a man for crying out loud! He's stronger than I am and yet, I'm the one who's braving the storms and floods, commuting all the way from the province because my school is there in order to get home on time to clean the house.

Sorry to say this mom but you've raised a pansy son.

Now let me get on the subject of Dan. First of all, we are not lovers despite what you may think. He's ten years older than I am (not that I have anything against age differences and all that. I'm just not in to it) and he practically raised me. He's like a father to me and he's my best friend. Is it a crime to be good friends with a boy? Can't I walk with a guy and not have it misconstrued as a date? When I go to his room at night so I can check his temperature and see if his arms are paining him (the veins in his arms are being blocked by something you know? Oh wait. No. You didn't know. You don't know anything at all), is it so difficult to believe that I just want to help him and not have sex with him? Cause...you know...it's pretty obvious. I've been doing that for years, I've never bought condoms and even if I did have money for abortion, I still wouldn't go through with it (I'd probably use the money to get Dan in to a hospital)...so really. I should be popping dozens of kids by now if what you're speculating is true. I hate it. I hate the fact that I have to hide and sneak around when I want to make sure that my best friend and father figure isn't dying! He's ill! And it's getting worse everyday. It's another thing you don't notice because you're too busy looking at your pansy son and spoiling him rotten.

You tell me I'm a slut because I've had two boyfriends. TWO. News flash mommy dearest. I'm still a virgin! And I'm not planning on getting my genitals pierced until I'm in my mid-twenties and am living a comfortable life when I can support a kid just in case! I wonder how you'll react if you knew that I have a crush on my best friend who's a girl? You'll probably have a heart attack since you're a homophobe. You constantly make fun of gay couples when they're braver and better than you will ever be. And do you know why? It's because they aren't afraid show themselves and face the world unlike you who hide behind your biting words. You use people's emotions against them so that they'll get hurt and they won't be able to think of a rebuttal against you. You bring up a painful past and make yourself up as the victim when it is you who is using people and then throwing them away once you've gotten what you wanted.

And you know what? Your son is just like you. Hell he even used dad's death on me when we were arguing that one time in the car. You know...when I came to pick the fucker up when I could have just let him take the bus that he so fears?

So congratulations. You have a son who's exactly like you.

I hope you realize too late that he's only using you for your money and that he'll leave you when it's all gone and you've gone senile.

Despite all of this though, I still love you. God only know why. You've abused me and traumatized me so much but I still love you. You're hurting me and the one person that I really ever consider a family but I still love you. Maybe it's because I remember the fact that you didn't always used to be the uncaring bitch that you are now. Or maybe you have and I just never realized it because I was still playing to your tune. And you know...when I started dancing to my own music, I saw a lot of wrongs and I just couldn't pretend that they weren't there anymore. I still don't know how you do it. You know Dan's sick. You can SEE it and yet, you treat him as a slave and you never give him enough time to rest. How can you do that to him? Never mind the fact that he's the one who's always helping you and without pay. Never mind the fact that you broke your promise to him and took everything he had. Never mind the fact that you didn't let him go back to his mother when she was dying. Just...don't you care about a fellow human being? Don't you have a heart? And before you go on a rant about me being in love with him and being biased, may I just say that I would feel the same pain for other people who take Dan's place as your slave?

It's not right, what you're doing.

And Heaven help you when you realize it on your own because I sure as hell am not going to help you see your situation. You'd just call me a slut again and tell me that my brother is better than I am. And then you'll send me to a psychiatrist because you think I have 'problems' since I can't get along with you.

You're mental mom.

Love,
your daughter.

When I wanted you, you weren't there. When I needed you, you were no-where to be found. When I miss you, I can't ever get in touch. So why the hell when I'm over you, moved on, grown past my foolish desire for you, you come back?

Do I give the impression that I am just a piece of meat, you can pick up and chew when you want, but when the juices stop flowing so freely you can toss me to the side?

Do you have any idea how much my life has changed because of you?

I wouldn't say it's changed for the worst, so don't you ever try and say that I did. I love her with all my heart, she is my angel, she gives me a reason to get up in the morning, I can't imagine life without her. But I'm still young. I'm still a teenager. I should be out getting drunk, getting high and getting laid. I should be living it up. Instead I am stuck at home every night with a one year old baby and a bunch of college work.

I wanted to see the world. I wanted to make something of myself. That's all had to change now to accomodate my new life and my new love. I could deal with that. I realised that some things were never going to happen now that I had a baby, but one of the things I didn't think I was giving up was my basic self-respect and human rights.

I loved you. At one point in my life I loved you. I would go to the ends of the earth and back for you. I would kill for you. Then you went and took my heart and ripped it clean from my chest, leaving me behind, alone and heavily pregnant while you fucked off with your friends.

I was hurt. Deeply hurt. But I had Brogan, and she's the most perfect baby in the world. I couldn't ask for more. I let you know when she was born, and you threw that back in my face, you wanted nothing to do with her. I reminded you about five times between then and now that you actually have a daughter, and you ignored me. Just when I gave up, when I lost hope, when I moved on, you come calling.

Well you know what? I've thought long and hard and I don't want you near her. You're not a man. You're not worthy to kiss her feet let alone be her father. I'm disgusted that you could act this way, treat your own flesh and blood like she was nothing, like she was a piece of crap.

You may have taken my innocence, you may have taken my love, you may have taken my virginity and my future, but you've given me my little girl, and for that I will be forever thankfull for.

Just why did you have to turn out this way. I seriously thought you were different. I thought we could have lasted, could have made something of our relationship. Could have stood the test of time. But you made sure that never happened didn't you?

Well, I've come to accept your an asshole and nothing will ever make you anything other than what you are. But please, don't come waltzing into my life and wrecking everything, OK? I'm fine the way I am. I get by. I didn't need you before and I certainly don't need you now.

Although no names shall be attactched to this letter, and you probably will never read this, you know who you are and you know what you've done wrong. Though in the future it won't be me you need to appologize to, it's going to be Brogan. Remember that.

dear XXXXX

I don't know how I feel about you at all I mean at first it was just getting to know each other again. I only felt the regular friend status thing even tho we have known each other since I was two. When you started texting me I got all happy inside and giddy, not cause I had the hots or feelings for you but because I love to text. I mean really texts are just little prizes kinda like the wonder balls from when we were kids do you remember "whats in a wonderball?!" well yeah but then you said you liked me and I was all happy and sorta lied and said I liked you back. I knew I should have said that you were like a bro to me cause you really were and you had a girl friend. You have no idea how many nights I cried because you would always ask the most upscene things even tho you had a girl friend. I felt that I was cheating on her even tho i did not even know her. Do you remember when she found out about us how she was all mad and forbid me to talk to you. You held out for a whole year even tho i texted you constantly 2 try and get you to talk. I started to like you let me just say.

When I finally got you to pipe up you told me how much you liked me still and that if you and your girl ever broke up then I would be with you and that I should wait for you. But you lied after you two finally broke up you left me in the dirt. I was your go two gal only while you guys were dating. I didnt even like you that much but still it hurts. You have no idea how much I want to pick up my phone and say hi sumtimes. But hey I know that you will try and butter me up again only to let me crash and burn. I really wish you would and could understand how I feel. You and I practically got together and I would not have been able to live if you had lied to me and said you and your gurl broke it off and really did not. That would have made me help you cheat. shit you know i feel so bad knowin we texted like that while you were going out with her. Do you realize how paranoid I will be for the rest of my life thinking my man will make the same mistake I did, well no i dont suppose you will.

Well I really just wanted to say have a nice life and thanks for playing with my heart and all. Thanks for making me feel dirty and thanks for breaking your girl friends heart and mine. I know I cant send this to you, mainly cause your not worth my texting space anymore. I have to pay for that you know, I dont have the perfect richie rich life like you who gets to spend what they want on there phone bills

sincerly......I hope you get what karma brings

It's days like today when I miss you most. Brogan took her first steps today, properly on her own. It was the cutest thing ever and I couldn't have been prouder of her. That's when I wish that you could have been there, that you could have seen what a little lady she's turning into and how cute her little personality is.

It wasn't fair the way that you were ripped from my life, and even now, I still can't quite believe that you're not here. That you won't be here to walk me down the aisle, or to see me graduate college, or to be the amazing Grandfather I know that you would have been.

I feel privelaged to have had the honour of being your daughter. Even though our time together was brief, and we never got to do all the things that we said we would, like go fishing in the Florida Keys or go to see The New York Dolls. It just wasn't the same without you there, without you singing and shouting next to me and bopping at your side. Seeing the old classics was a once in a lifetime oppertunity, and I know that if you could have seen them you'd agree.

You made me the person I am now, your kind nature, your sense of humour, your strong will and your love of all things punk made me have the back bone like I do and made me who I am. I am forever thankful to you.

Having a father like you was the greatest experience of my life and no matter what words can never describe the intense love that I felt, and still to this day, feel for you. You will always be my Big Bear and I will always be your Cub-Cake. Nothing will ever change that, and no matter what goes on in my life my feelings for you will never change either.

I wish that, even if just for one day, you could come back to me, and we could spend our final twenty four hours together just chatting like in the old days, before cancer took over and before you lost your battle.

I love you Dad. I love you forever and always and I will always miss you.

Katie and I have turned out just fine, and Brogan reminds me of you in so many ways, perhaps her cheeky giggle or her gorgeous eyes? Whatever it is I embrace that, and to me, it feels like your back with me when i most need you.

I hope that I've made you proud in the decisions that I have made, and the future decisions that I will make, because Dad, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be standing here today, the person that I am.

Forever yours, Cub-Cake.

Dear Florian

You told my sister to tell me not to worry, then you disappear for what feels like an eternity. I'm worried sick about you, how could you do this to me? Do you just not understand that if you suddenly disappear that I'm going to worry? i stay up late checking for messages from you, from your friends, anything. For all I know you could be dead in a ditch or in jail, or god forbid you've killed yourself.

On top of that, it really feels like you used me for a 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am', and all this after how nice you seemed to me?
Maybe I'm angry, and yeah, maybe I'm in denial, but I wish you would give me a clear answer. I'm sick and tired of guys treating me like this.

After all that stuff you said about guys never treating me right, then you turn around and what you do is no better than what they do?
I just don't know what to think anymore! I'm trying so hard to be patient with you, I'm trying so hard not to be 'crazy' like so many women these days, but you know what, I'm not going to wait around for you forever.

It's not that i don't like you, it's that you're hurting me. I know we've both been hurt int he past, and I was really hoping that together we could make it through ok, but unless you start talking to me about what is going on and what keeps making you disappear, then it's not going to be able to happen.

The antipathy in my heart is beginning to fester; I don't want to grow apart, but on the other hand, I can't allow anyone else to hurt me, particularly hurt by my own love for someone.

Florian, I care deeply about you, but I don't know if I can love you if you act like this. It's devastating, and it's taking a toll on my health.
You need to remember that I am NOT Samantha, I am a different person, and I really hope you can respect me as such.
And I need to be respected as a fellow human being, as a fellow adventurer. Please tell me if there is somethign wrong. I am your friend and I want to help you, even if it's just an ear to listen or a story to cheer you up.

And on top of all of that, I've all but humiliated myself politely denying the advances of several men who, I am certain, would not go off for weeks on end without a word. this had better be worth it, whatever you're up to, becuase as of the seventh of September, you can consider any hope of any kind of romance with me gone and out friendship will be walking on eggshells.


I just hope you're ok :(
Love from,
Integra

You have no idea how much you mean to me. How much your smile lights up my world. How much your laugh brightens my day. How much your sweet innocence makes my life worth living.

When I first found out about you I didn't know what to think. What to do. What to feel. But slowly, as my pregnancy wore on I realised just how much you meant to me and how much I wanted you. Knowing you and raising you for the past year has been such a wonderful experience.

I'm still very new to this whole mothering thing, and there are still a lot of things that I don't know, most certainly there will be a lot that I'll get wrong. But as long as you can be patient with me and you can understand where I'm coming from and why I do certain things I'm sure that things will brighten up.

Brogan, you mean everything to me, and don't you ever thing any different. The way we have bonded from the minute you were concieved to this very second makes it clearer and clearer every day just how amazing you are.

You have come from a person who has had a hard upbringing, who has had her daughter at an incredibly stupid age and can't even provide for you. But I promise you that one day I will make your life the best it can be. Whatever you choose to do when you grow up I want you to know taht I am behind you one hundred percent and that anything you want you can work for and I will be there every step of the way.

Everyone loves you, and everyone is here for you. I don't ever want you to feel alone or in need, because there is no reason. As long as I live I will be there for you and I will use every fibre of my being to make you have eveyrthing you deserve.

If I could give you the earth, moon and stars, believe me, I would. In a heartbeat. I would give you the universe if I could.

I'm sorry that you've had the start in life you have had. You don't deserve the father you have, you deserve so much more than I can give you, but one day, one day we'll make it, promise you.

I'm nearly in tears writing this, and this is supposed to be a happy letter. What a silly mummy you have, crying over something like this. Well sweetie, it just proves how much I love you.

Remember, the sky is the limit for you my little angel, don't be afraid to reach for what you want, because I will be there. I promise you.

Lots of love my darling.

Byron,

The first thing you should know is that this is not a threat. I'm just saying you should shut your mouth before somethign seriously bad happened to you.
You and i both know that by some divine karma that people who dislike me have something horrible happen to them.
I'm warning you to stop talking shit. It has nothing to do with the thing formerly known as 'us', and it has everything to do with your safety.

You may be a psychotic asshole, but that doesn't mean that I want you to be seriously injured by your own stupidity.
You saw what happened to Eli.

I don't like you, and I reluctantly still love you, but the human side of me is telling me to give you fair waring, that this will not end well for anyone involved.

I did not cheat on you, and you know damn well I didn't. You're the one who stood me up on my birthday to go play video games with Heather, you're the one who sided with her when I voice that you two hanging out together bugged me.

It doesn't bother me anymore, becuase I now know how crazy you were, and how you have this bizarre obsession with violently dominating women and doing certain things with animals.
But like I said, I don't want anythign bad to happen to you, so stop talking trash and just get over it.
We're both adults, yeah, it was eleven months, but it's over, and it's been over for a year, and you're the one who made that choice.

I don't know what you think saying what you've been saying will help, other than your so called masculinity, but you need to understand that YOU were the defective item int he relationship and not me, and no amount of slander is going to change that.

You need to realize that you are the one who is going to need to change in order to become a functional member of society, and you're going to need to change in order to have a functional or at least serious relationship with anyone, be it male or female.

And yes, I do think that you are gay, I think that you are repressing your sexuality so much that it manifests itself in violent sexual fantasies about women, and I think that your father and mother are not helping this problem. I think that you have all the psychological potential to become a serial rapist, and you need help.
Not the kind of 'my girlfrined di this and that and now I'm damaged' sort of help, but the 'I genuinely have an issue with:" sort of help.

You are a danger to everyone around you until you realize what you're doing and you need to change big time.

I will not hesitate to warn people about you, and things will not get pretty for you. Mom and dad aren't always going to be there to bail you out, and hell hath no fury like a J-sister.

Yesterday, I found out why we no longer talked. Today, I regret ever talking to you.

I loved you, and even though it was my decision, I disagree. You have no right to move on that fast.. I still can't believe she is pregnant, that you didn't want to tell me. Sure, now that I realize why, I understand, but still. The nerve you had to do what you did, worried me to hell, tried killing yourself, only for you to move on when all that was done without so much as a second though of me?

You are an asshole, and I hate you.

But even though I say that, we both know it isn't true. I am so head over heels for you, and it just hurts me to know that you moved on from our long relationship in less than 2 months. It kills me on the inside to know you are happy and I am not. You have moved on, and I have not.

But you have her pregnant now, and you are so stupid for not using a condom. You never even liked girls, and now she is pregnant.. Yo have only known each other a short time, and now you will be fathering a child with a woman you barely know. It pisses me off so much...

I hope you have a not happy life. I hate you....

Dear horrid Gramma.

I hate the way you raised Jessie and Chris. Jessie weights 315 pounds because you never cooked for her, and always let her eat anything she got out of the fridge. Now you can't tell her no, she gets up in the middle of the night and EATS EVERYTHING. Chris has sever mental problems because you hate/hated him. You never cared for either of them. No wonder why their mother ran away when she was little. I hate the way you want attention. I hate the way you blame Chris for things that Jessie started. It's not right to say that he was always the one to start it by showing his 'products' to Jessie when she was showing her 'jugs' to him as well. Then you have to come and pull the 'pitty me, feel bad for me' crap and make me, my husband and our son move out, and into Paw Paw's house. That was in May. Things smoothed out, we got good and happy up there. Then you say you want to get your own house, so my mom moves out, and gives you the house. Then you have to come BACK. Saying that Paw Paw is the only one who can make Jessie go to school. You kicked us out of our house AGAIN. It's not happening again though. Not this time. You're going to kill Paw Paw with your severe chain smoking. Gosh I swear, a burning building smokes less than you do. You got jealous because Paw Paw found a friend to talk to. You thought that Miss Martha was a threat to you. You and Paw Paw aren't married no more, deal with it. You sit on your butt all day long, doing nothing but playing video games, it's no wonder that your back, hips and whatever else hurts so bad. You never move. You complain about everything. You should really just grow up and learn to correct your mistakes.

Your granddaughter who's NOT MOVING AGAIN
Anne.

Dear Ex-Best Friend

I still care for you. Even though you still are hung up on thinking your Sailor Moon. We were 12 when we were pretending that. It's time to grow up and let go. I don't think you understand the mental trouble you are causing yourself. You're being brainwashed into thinking your something/someone your not. That 'fiancee' of yours, he's abusive, seriously. I believe that you have the right to love whoever you want, but he's not in love with you, he's using you. You seem to think that there is a 'big battle' coming. It's not a real battle, stop making strategic plans with imaginary people. Please. If you ever have children, and I say if because your 'fiancee' doens't want any, you told me that yourself, if you ever have them, (probably not by him anyways) you say you're going to teach them that Sailor Moon believing stuff, they are going to tell their friends, who will tell their parents, who will call mental people on you. Ugh you really pester me. You always say I owe you money? I never made you buy anything when we were kids. You always voulentered to buy sodas, and when I did ask, I payed you back. I don't owe you bull hooey. You rather, owe my husband and son. You are such a lame liar it's not funny. When you were down, my son said he saw monsters. He's 3, he doesn't know how to lie. I believed him, and I still do. You rather, called him a liar, when he said he saw 7 after your 'fiancee' and 1 after you. You said there was only 1 monster. Not true. I could feel their prescence. You kept that going for a long time, till we finally told you to keep the money, game and doll. You tried to make me look like the bad guy. I didn't want to go anywhere with you when you were here, I wanted to stay at Paw Paw's and just goof off on games, not go swimming or look for a mall that wasn't even in my county. YOU wanted to do all that, not me. You give into peer pressure way too easily. You went and had titanium rods put into your back, because you were told that in 15 years, your spine would crush your vital organs. My mother was told when I was little, that in 5 years, she'd be in a wheel chair because of her back. Well, she's not. She didn't let that rule her, she didn't give in. You say you want children, you can never have them. I saw how much pain it caused you to pick up my son. You'll never be able to carry a child full term. Gosh I'm so tired of your drama and bull hooey, I just wish you'd flippin go away.

Your Ex-Best Friend who can tell reality from fantasy
Anne.

Dear Leon.

Hi baby. I wish you'd full potty train now. You do so good while we are out at like walmart or something, but when we're home, you just jump around and goof off, you wont potty train, you big MEANIE!! oh well, you're only 3, lol

Your weird mommy

Dear Dork,

Yes, I love you. You are my best friend! But I can only go so far with someone who is "stuck" in a relationship. Going any farther would break both of us, and don't think I can't see that sad expression you get on your face sometimes. I love every tiny little thing about you, and sometimes I get scared that if there were no obstacle between us, something more would happen. I don't know where I want to go, and our age shows our level in maturity. I am too young still to know what I want and what exactly I believe. What I know though is that love as strong as this will never go away and you will always be my bffie<3

Sometimes I skip around in my mind, thinking about a future of some sort. It makes me sad to have to stop dreaming and come to terms with the fact that I shouldn't be thinking about you in my future the way I do. You're taken, and for now, I must deal with that. I find peace in the friendship we have, and in the ability to say whatever I wish to you without being afraid. I don't hold back, and it feels wonderful ^__^ But I hold back my love to protect both of us and keep us honest. I know you know this, but saying it makes it clear. I shouldn't say more than this on an online website, since I have about... three friends I know in real life who are on Menewsha *waves at them* but this letter expresses what I feel~

Don't forget me. I'll never forget you, peno~

You're geeky bunneh friend,
<3 ily.

Dear Jared,
I miss you. A lot. Even though I know you're just a phone call, or IM away, I miss you. Last time I saw you, it was almost impossible for me not to throw my arms around you and hug you to death. But I didn't. Because that would weird you out. Today when you called in between classes just because you knew I would be bored made me happier than I could ever tell you. Thank you for being by best friend, even though mushy gushy emotional stuff isn't your thing.

Love,
Rachel

Dear Mom,

Your idea of supportive really is funny sometimes. All I want is commiseration, usually. Not solutions, not my options laid out on the table. If I get seperated, the first thing I want out of your mouth is "Aw, honey!" Not "Okay, we'll do this-and-such." Is that really too much to ask?

I wish I'd known you when you were human, sometimes. In the days when you weren't a thinker, but a do-er. The sort of woman who, if you hadn't made it as a radio DJ, would have gone out to become a truck driver. I can't see it anymore. All I see is this tired, withered old husk. Did Shawn do this to you? Did the cancer?

In the end, I do love you. I do. But I don't understand the person you are.

All my love,
Ang

Dear Arrogant Bastard,

You must have a pretty pathetic life if you get your kicks out of making fun of other people. You're so NOISY that I'm quite surprised your friend hasn't gone deaf from your blabbering mouth. Half of the things you say you don't even know. And sure, I suppose it was considerate of you to talk to the defenders if they wanted to go up the field so that they could play as well but you know, that consideration was ruined when you gave them your haughty and 'holier than though' expression. It made everyone NOT want to go up and participate.

I feel really sorry for you because it seems as if you don't know what you're doing. Better recognize it soon boy before you get in deep trouble that your arrogance won't be able to save you from.

Love,
Paci

Dear GrowUp,

Get a sense of humor.

Regards, Pweep.

Dear Burke,

You're confuse by the way I act. I get that. I'm 20 years old and a virgin. I've never had a guy as honestly cute as you interested in me seriously. You're confused by how I act, what I say--well, here's the truth: you confuse me.

I don't know what sort of rose-colored glasses you're looking through if you see stability of physical beauty in me. They are simply qualities I don't possess in the least. So stop trying to tell me I seem like a cool-headed, smart, beautiful woman. Hearing that makes me want to cry, because I'm not and never will be.

Dumas

Dear Muse,

I think I've told you this before... but I think you're a selfish arrogant bastard and even though sometimes I really want to strangle you... some days I really can't see my life without you. I don't know if you ever heard the song "You Grew on Me" by Tim Minchin, but it's exactly how I feel towards you and if I ever get the nerve up to send this letter your way then I'll be ready to let you know that. Some days you treat me like a princess and others you abandon me for whatever else catches your interest. This is why I cried so hard that night I wrote that poem for you. I was mourning you from my life because I finally realized that we weren't ever going to be anything more to each other than friends. You only seem to want me when you aren't supposed to have me. Well F that. You were my reason for writing and hell some days my reason for living. It burns me up inside that I mean so little to you that you could just toss me aside whenever you feel like it. And I can't even get angry at you for it because that's who and what you are. It seems to be how you are with everyone and I KNOW I'm lucky to know you as well as I do because you don't open up easily to anyone. I'm tired of being less important to you than liquor. It's degrading to my self-image and I have enough self-esteem issues as is. You're the "dragon reborn" you'll be fine. You have your other two wives to think about anyway. I'm picking the pieces of myself up and running as fast and as far as I can manage. And I'm still not sure if I want you to even bother trying to follow or not...

Yours truly (HA! You wish...)
Min Min Minny Min Min

Dear __ ____

Well...I don't really know what to say. It'd mad the way I feel, I mean I know like nothing about you, but yet I feel so close to you in the same way. I don't get it myself, so I certainly don't expect you to.

I like you. Simple as that. I mean I really like you. That's what huts. No matter how much I like you, I can't do anything about it. I mean you live on the other side of the world from me, your unattainable to me, and that sucks.

You've been so lovely to me, and you've given me my break, and that is something that I will forever be thankful for. I mean I know I tend to have strong feelings for people in your position, but it is different with you.

Anyway, I can't ever tell you this properly because I know how weird and creepy you'd think I am, and I know that no matter what nothing could ever be done about it.

I do want you to know that I really really really don't want you to leave though, no matter what, your doing a better job than others, and I really hope your no longer considering it.

I don't really even know what I'm talking about. It just feels so messed up and bizare. Pfft...I think I'll just give up on this, it's one thing I can't get. Smooches and all.

Vexa.

Dear _______

A huge part of my life has ended. I realized today as my family and I laid grandma in the ground that I'm not the same person I used to be. As I stood amoungst friends and family I realized I was standing there not as a kid but as an adult. Going through all of this has made me take a good hard look at myself and my life and it opened my eyes to a lot of things. I've gone through so much stuff over the past couple years I feel like I'm 17 going on 30. You would have been the perfect person for me if I was still 14 or naive like you are to the way the world really is. You're almost 19 years old and you still don't get it. I feel like your mentality is much younger than mine. You've put me through so much crap and I'm just ready to move on and start with a clean slate. There's nothing wrong with you, and there's nothing wrong with me it's just you and I aren't meant to be. We want different things out of life and our lives are on two completely different paths. Despite the mistakes you've made you've always tried to be good to me and I wish you nothing but happiness. I'm glad I met you I think being with you made me a stronger person I hope you benifited from being with me too some how. I hate saying goodbye but I know this is the right thing for both of us.