Dear Girls,

I know our relationship has been falling apart, believe me when I say I don't want it to. I also know that it's partly my fault, my inability to understand people so very different from me, my inability to make the effort to contact people. But you know I have these issues, it was part of day to day life with us. You would all be having a conversation, and I felt like the black sheep, because I didn't care/understand the topic.

But why is it that all of this is so suddenly a problem? Was it because I started dating him, when we've been drawn to each other for longer than either of us realized? Or was it because I couldn't understand something you see as vital to our friendship? Did my lack of effort at contacting you finally wear you thin? What happened? I still don't understand!

You keep telling me to 'fix' these issues, yet you don't even really know why I am this way. Everyone is different, and just telling me that I have issues that need fixing won't do a thing. I know I do, and I'm trying to work on some of them. I know I'm shy to an extreme, and unwilling to enter a social situation without someone I trust there beside me. I'm still trying! Constantly telling me that it's not good enough, I have to fix it isn't helping me one bit.

You have to fix things, too! You can be just as ignorant, and yet you claim you're not! How can you claim that, when you don't know me anymore? I am changing, no matter how little of it you see. I'm coming out of my shell, without your help! You can also be argumentative, snobbish, and rude, things I try not to be! How often have I argued my case against you? I tended to just go along with what everyone else was doing, even if it wasn't what I wanted! So stop trying to force me to do something I can't!

Don't try to tell me that I have to change, when I already am. You only saw one or two sides of me, there are more facets in this particular gem than you know! I haven't even seen all of my sides!

-Sincerely Pissed Off and Alienated

Dear Heart,
I am sorry about how hard I have been on you recently. I keep doing and causing things that is making you hurt. I don't mean to do the things I do, I just keep on doing them. Why did I do that to my friend? I know she was being mean to me. But because I fought back and said horrible things to her, I lost any chance of being friends. Now you hurt and I can't fix it, its making me hate myself more and more. Please stop hurting soon, otherwise I don't know what I might start doing to myself.

Dear world,

I miss my childhood. I miss back when nothing was really a problem because jobs weren't hard to get, and neither the government nor the big companies, or anyone else were actively screwing the populace.

I want to go back to the days of pokemon, and digimon, and power rangers. I want to watch saturday morning cartoons in my pajamas and not have to worry about not hearing back from any place I've applied to.

Most of all, I want the world to make sense again. That would be really nice.

Dear Boyfriend.

I'm depressed, have been for some time.

I feel like I really can't talk with you about how I feel, especially as you made it clear that you want me to be patient regarding the whole getting married thing. Please understand that I love you, and want to live out my life for you.

However if you still haven't made any real commitment in the year time frame you gave to me I'm gone. I can't take the emotional hurt of you dragging me on year after year ....

Dear Ani,

You've always been the first to dish out the advice that is harsh. But you often do it when it's not needed. On top of that, you often don't have your facts straight about a situation either. To say that I'm coming apart is fair, but it's not fair to say that it isn't good. I have achieved the most in my life, from the outright fear of losing everything, if I didn't act. I can not stand that I tried to be as kind as I could, while all bitchy and pregnant, and freaking out left, right and centre - about everything I could stand to lose with the eviction. Your reply just made me feel like a charity case, am I looking for pity? No I didn't think I was. But if it looks like that, then that's totally not my intention. I was simply sharing my life, with somebody who was interested in knowing what was going on (which funnily enough wasn't you!). I didn't think there was any harm in that. In any case, being as close to me as you think you are, I would have thought you would have respected us enough to take your "support" to PMs. To say that you're not kissing my arse either, what the fuck has that got to do with anything? Have you been kissing my arse? That's your action not mine. I've never, ever told you to bow down to me - and I sure as hell wouldn't expect you to try and grease me up. Why bring it up, if it's something that is your problem and not mine?

Kindness, and manners are free - so I don't understand your whole speil about "everyone is telling you sorry, and giving you pity". It isn't pity, for pity's sake, it's called kindness you idiot. Which at a time like this, is needed much more than anything else. Especially your so called support... You don't know if I'm actually holding it together or not, because you didn't even bother to talk to me about everything. Then to go and say not to reply, because you're not going to read it... that's horrible. Why would you bother having this big bitch session at me, and not expect to get something in return? So your word is good enough to read, but mine isn't? I even told you when I dropped a message, my reply really didn't mean any disrespect, and I was sorry if it came off like I was being nasty. But still, you went and put your hurt feelings above anything else in this situation.

Who are you to call me out, when you don't know the full story? It's like me trying to give advice on driving a tractor, when I've never even driven one before. It's pointless. But now you've just gone and added unnecessary bullshit to my life, at a time where I truly can't afford to be run down about anything else. Why was it good enough to talk about your personal issues in PMs? But it's not good enough for me? Why are you giving me advice on flatting in this city, when you've never even lived here yourself? Again, that's like me telling you what's what in your city, even though I've not lived there before. I just wouldn't do it! It's so much worse, that you live at home, and have had the same job at the video store for 5 years! You have never owned a car, don't have your license, and spend most of your time being a keyboard warrior, than actually getting out and building a life for yourself. Building a family! You are uneducated, above high school level. Tell me, why the hell would I take advice from you? You've achieved nothing worth taking advice from. I would take your advice, if I wanted to live out of my dad's house at 25 years old.

You don't have anything on the line, like we do. Which rubbed me up the wrong way. You don't know what it's like living away from your family, because you've never done it. You don't know what it's like to be truly alone in your own house. I know you've lived away from your parents, but they were still just a little walk down the road. You've never been out of your comfort zone! The same goes for a lot of your family, but you all get together, and talk daggers into other people's backs (more than likely, mine right now) but the truth is, you're all the same. All living in cushy lives, where nothing is on the line. So I shouldn't really be surprised that you don't understand the situation we're going through. Most of all, I just don't like that you didn't even bother talking to me about everything first, before judging the situation.

Edit:

______ was right, you are a bitch. You're the one throwing up all these walls, because your feelings have been hurt. You can't even understand that I got my back up, because I'm struggling with some tough decisions right now. So if you wanna talk about arse kissing, it should be me kissing your arse. Because I've never told you to fuck off, and stay gone. You don't add anything to my life, other than the odd laugh here and there. Even then, the stuff we laugh about isn't anything remotely interesting, and it doesn't add anything to my life. You completely bitched me out, to a friend of mine, and expected her to have your back. Wtf is that about? I can tell your reference to unfriending you is about that situation. That was years ago! It was a perfectly legit reason too. You said if you were my husband, you'd choose his family over me. Are you crazy? Again, another example of you not knowing all the facts. We're now years on, and you're still bringing it up, and insinuating that I was in the wrong for unfriending you!

An jerkhole like you deserves to be unfriended. I actually shouldn't have given you the choice to unfriend you, but it was disgusting that you'd try and put that guilt on me. Go ahead and unfriend me. I actually hope you do, so we can both move on - and I can do without some two faced bitch, who can't handle being confronted. You can give your advice, but you've also got to expect that maybe sometimes someone doesn't want advice. I asked on my FB if anyone has any networks in Auckland, to another house we can rent. Your reply had nothing to do with that. You were also commenting on something that was not directed at you either. So that just tells me you're nosey, and I think after telling me you won't be reading my reply - you'll be sorely tempted to. Because you're just so damn nosey. I have a feeling you're going to read that reply, and I seriously hope it makes you blush, when you realise you have in fact got your facts totally wrong.

Your asshole reply was completely unneeded. It would have been so much easier for yourself, to simply drop a line, and say "Hey how are things going?" but instead, you took the bait like you always do, and had to sink your teeth in. I said I was the one who wasn't the best at handling my emotions, but I think you're a lot worse. Marilyn Monroe once said something about how people don't deserve to be in your life, if they can't handle the hard times. So why the hell should they get to be there, through your good times? That's soooo true! This is literally, one of the darkest moments of my life. I've been through some shit, like the sexual abuse, and the beatings, the poverty of my childhood, and the unstability of being an unwanted child. But this is definitely one of the darkest moments, because I care very much about everyone under my roof, including my stupid cat. Even the thought of giving her to a family member, just breaks my heart. Everything my husband and I put together, and worked for has to be pulled apart, and set up somewhere else.

It's not easy living the life you dreamed of, and then having it taken away from you in the blink of an eye. Having come out of a recent miscarriage, and being pregnant again is just a nightmare. I spend so much of my time holding it all together. Putting on a brave face in front of my husband, and sister, just to keep us all calm and collected. It is not easy, and the last thing you need is for some half witted idiot, who thinks they're right, and entitled to drop advice that MUST be followed, throwing their opinion in like it'll change the situation. You're a horribly selfish person, and I don't know why I've remained friends with you for so long. You came to me complaining about your life, and how you wanted to achieve something. I told you, you've got to put it all on the line. You've got to leave your family, and make a change. That change was a good thing! Every six months you moan about it, and every time I try to help you out. But you never take it!

Not once, have I snapped back at you for not taking my advice. Now suddenly our situations are reversed, and I'm not taking your advice (that I didn't request anyway) and you're getting all on your high horse like it matters more, than anything else I've ever told you to do. You can turn your back on my advice, I can't turn mine. That's double standards, and I seriously hope this is the last straw. Go ahead, and kick me off!

Dear God,
Was writting that email the right thing to do? I couldn't sit on the fence anymore. It wasn't fair to either of us. It was doing more harm then good. A decision had to be made sooner or later right?

I know i shouldn't hold hatred in my heart for someone i don't know and have never met. But it angers me, that she has caused so much pain and hurt to someone i really cared about. And he has been forever scared because of it. He cannot progress in his life. And any future relationship that he has is ultimately destroyed because the female counterpart wants to progress but he is unable to. Yet, even though she's taken away what matters most to him. He still forgives her, he still asks you to bless her. It's honourable that he can be that way, when i feel so much hatred towards her. I want nothing more then to punch her right in her ugly pug nose face.

I think our relationship is well and truly over. He couldn't fight for his daughter, so i don't know why i expected him to fight for me.

I just want to move on. I just want to be happy, and have someone in my life that is on the same path as me. That isn't caught up on their past and unable to move forward because of the damage that they've done to themselves or others have inflicted upon them. Just someone normal for once will do lol.

God bless him, keep him safe. And i hope that he finds true happiness one day.

Your child,
Rochelle.

Dear first,


Why am I thinking of you? Something struck me, but I'm not sure why. :/ I don't ever know why I think of you, but
sometimes. . . Sometimes you invade my brain. I'm not sure if I'm meant to talk to you, or even try to. I don't know how well that'd go, and judging by the amount of typoes I've had to fix in this short letter, I think you still make me a bit. . . off.

I dunno. I'll figure it out, but. . . ugh.

Regardless, I am finally happy. :) I met a girl, who is amazing, and makes me feel real for the first time in a long time. She actually kinda reminds me of you at times. Just the sense of humor I guess, and maybe the looks a little. . . She's gorgeous. XD You'd like her. lol.

*Sigh* well. I'll talk to you someday, I'm sure. Goodnight.

Dear Ani,

I see you went ahead and left the writing group we started. That tells me you're throwing a shit. I cancelled the drunken meet up we were going to have, because I am pregnant, not actually because of the argument. I don't know if you left the writing group, because I cancelled the event, or because you were already taking steps towards unfriending. Either way, I sent a last PM - even though according to your own words, 'you won't read it'. I simply said not bothering to read up on replies, is essentially the same as being unfriended. I also said there was no luck for you either. I mean that, because I know just like today, you'll be working that video store tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that. You'll be living out of your father's place, judging everybody else.

You don't need luck, when you're so unmotivated and have no goals in life.

I read the last status update on your wall, and it was you boasting about getting one up on a customer. He was asking about a movie called 12 monkies or whatever, and when he asked what isle it was in, you gave some brave heart answer like 'in the jungle'. Then you said he gave you a weird look... I am not surprised. Maybe you are lucky for the fact that he didn't ask to speak to your manager, or say something like he thought he was looking at a monkey. I would have said something along the lines of "You should keep working at a video store, coz you'd sure as hell fail as a comedian"... I hope it made you feel 'special' putting someone down like that. To go ahead and say Me:1 - Customer:0 is retarded. In life it's more than likely the other way around. You:0 Customer:1

Dear World/Spirit guides/God.
Thanks for tonight - it was awesome. I am starting to believe in the vision board. I hope this continues. My life isn't perfect, and i have a long way to go. But it's nice to see that some things are working for me, and it's not all shit. I'm glad that i didn't give up, and that you didn't give up on me.


Thank you.
Rochelle xo

Dear _____,
get the hell out of my head and leave me alone.
Thanks,
Rei

Dear Managers,
For the love of all that holy. Please see that myself and line do not mix. I am really trying my hardest and I'm still falling to pieces. I understand we still have a couple of weeks till we open. But, I hope I pass the menu test well and I can train on cash and prove I can do that well and you guys realise I would be better off on it.
I to this day do not understand how the hell my boyfriend has been able to work line for over 5 years.
Also, please don't let me go because of how I am messing up at times. It's not all the time and I will get better

Dear myself,
Please remember this was only my 3rd day of training and 2nd day of being on line being tested for remembering the products and making them. It's really challenging, but remember. I may not be made to work line when we open. They may see that I'd be better off doing other things. Don't freak out if you're not moving fast enough yet, Hopefully things work out and I won't be made to work line when we open after training. We'll see. I just hope I get to keep this job. I cannot afford to be unemployed. I need money for school.

Dear school,

Please end sooner. I am so stressed and tired. I only get four hours of sleep each night because of you. I need to have a childhood before I get a job and enter this world of the wicked. I need sleep. So this spring break needs to come! Three days... only three days until you are finally here!

Dear Weather,

Stop being weird! You are like Katy Perry's song Hot and cold... Literally! I am tired of having really warm days then having an ice cold day the day after! Make up your mind and get off your period :lol:

Dear God,

I know my great aunt is safe in your healing hands. I just wish it wasn't so soon. I am not mad but I would have appreciated a couple days more. It may sound se;fish and I know she was in pain but... I really miss her. I miss her so much and I ... I want her back. I want to thank you for giving me the strength to speak at her memorial service yesterday... It was a beautiful way to put her to rest. I wanted to thank you for letting me see that side of the family. I haven't seen them since 2001 at least... Some I saw last year and some I met for the first time yesterday. I appreciate the gifts you have given me and I just want you to know that I am glad you took her at the same time. You take people home when you need them.

Dear Cousin Danny,

I know you have problems. I don't judge you. I love you. I am glad I got to see you for the first time in probably 10 years yesterday. I missed you so much .I always asked about you. It is sad how no one really talked to you. Not to point fingers but it may be your families fault. I have faith in you and I am so glad that I got to talk to you. You are amazing eventhough you think you are not. I can tell you think you are a failure without you even telling me. I don't care what you think! You can bounce back from this okay. I am to scared to ask what you thought of me or what you think of me. We have alot in common you and I. Just the fact that you talked to me made me happy. You even sat with me! I was so happy that out of the WHOLE 18 family members there yesterday, you sat next to me! I hope I didn't talk to much... It just ment alot since I have always looked up to you. The funny thing is that the last memory I had of you before yesterday was you trying to feed me a walnut :lol:
I can't say this to you because I am afraid that you don't like me.... I love you as a person Danny. When I saw you walk in shyly yesterday.... I was so surprised to see you as an adult. 27 years old.... it seems like only yesterday I was 4 or 5 and you were 15 or 16. Man.... Yesterday was bitter sweet you know... I hope you know that I will always be here for you whenever you need me. Even if you think I am annoying! I ment what I said. When I get some money I am buying you a nice pair of headphones, and stuff for your studio and sending it your way! I may be 15 but I really want to help you get out of Great uncle Dennis' and Great aunt Susan's house. You shouldn't be living with your parents.... You deserve better. I don't care what mental state you are in... I think they are making it worse.


Love Ai~

Dear ex-girlfriend of my friend,

Stop being crazy and trying to pull your BS guilt tripping crap on my friend? You messed up. You messed up big time and the stress of all of it, literally, put my friend in the hospital for a week with a torn esophagus, high blood pressure, and other things I can't even remember.. That's what the doctors told you. Right to your face. That STRESS was doing this to him. Who was the only thing causing severe amounts of stress in his life? You. You and your petty, childish actions.

Grow up. Quit putting the blame all on him, like you do with all your problems in your life. You have issues? Everyone else's fault! It was never your issue. You didn't do anything wrong, of course. It's everyone else.

Well guess what. It was you. You are selfish, controlling, violent, and manipulative. You don't even follow your own standards you hold up to other people, who you are so willing to call "whores" or "bitches". Grow the hell up.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear _____,

FWOOOOR, I want to stab your eyeballs out! There are homeless animals everywhere, and the fact that we have to give our cat up is not due to any actions we're responsible for. Our tenancy agreement will not allow animals, and it's their property, so who am I to argue, and go against this? I'm not going to break their rules, and risk being thrown out on my ass again when we have our baby on the way. You're a fruit. If you're so hurt over a cat being surrendered, then you take her in. If you can't help us, and are just going to judge us for it, then you can take my middle finger as an indication of what to do with yourself. Here's a hint, it starts with "F".

Dear Universe.

I'm not even going to question why i was guided into the whole university experience, but now i'm feeling hopeless. Being rejected for a job which i've been doing for three years. And seasonal at that. I'd like to know who got it above me, and what it was about me that makes me so unemployable.

Please provide me with an opportunity to get into that thing that i've always wanted to do. Something solid, undeniable. Let somebody take a chance on me, and help me to grow. I know what i want to do in life, and yet have little idea of how to get there. Please. Help me. You know why, i've shouted about it so much.

I'm scared. For things that don't even exist yet. For the family i might never have.
And Charlie asks me if i want to do my Masters some day. Hell no. There was a time when i thought that was a path i'd like to follow, but that was before the PCOS. I want my life back, only i can't help but think that it won't really start again until i can smile smugly at my extracted ovaries in that jar, on my mantle piece.

So for now. I just want something to come my way. If it's possible i can still love the work which is the nature of my degree, then i won't oppose it. If not, holistics. Something, anything that can provide me with a passion to focus on.

Yours,
Maz.

Dear Facebook Bitch,
While I realize the comment I made may have looked like I was talking to you, in all honesty, I was not. Like you, I was simply making a statement. That you overreacted is your problem. That I attempted to explain what I meant, and you STILL made it all about you and like I was attacking you, well lady that just makes you a bitch.
Since you're one of J's friends (apparently), I can assume one (or more) of these four things about you: 1) You're a slut 2) You're a druggie 3) you're an alcoholic, and/or 4) you're a criminal.
To be fair, there is a slight chance that you may be like me (who has been good friends with J for like 8 years) and are none of the things I mentioned above. Judging by your retarded trolling attitude however, that is not the case.

While I have to fight with myself to not continue this comment war you are trying to start, because I don't want to look weak by letting you win, as Boyfriend points out- continuing this would be pointless, as you are a troll.
And I have enough real life drama right now, to let Facebook drama get to me this much, so I shall ignore you from now on.

I'll say here what I'd dearly like to say to you on Facebook: Don't be such a fucking bitch, and shut the fuck up.

With a middle-finger salute,
Christa

Dear Kita,

Thank you for not continuing with the argument. She is a crazy bitch, and you don't need the stress. I find it's much easier to just let stupid people talk, because they really make your argument for you.

Dear special snowflake,

I don't have much to say anymore...I don't have to actually. Others are saying it for me, not on my behalf but because they see the real you. I always thought there was something off about you but it's refreshing to know I'm not the only one. Most refuse to admit it out of pity, guilt or just trying to be nice...but those that do stand up against your actions warm my heart.

I can be a bitch and I can be mean but really, when so many other people also dislike you I would say then it must be on you. But you'll more than likely never understand, never accept it, never change...you'll just play the victim. Lose friends, gain new ones only to lose them as well.

Sometimes I wish you had the balls to confront me instead of whispering in the shadows and crying in a corner, but now I realize it's just you. Whenever someone confronts you you back away, lie by saying you're sorry or that you understand and act snide behind their backs.

Part of me does hope, for your own sake, you absorb what people say to you and actually change for the better. But I don't hold my breath. In all honesty, by the time it ever happens (if it does) I do hope you're a faded memory from the minds of my friends and I.

Signed,
Me

Dear A:
Please tell me what's wrong. I know you well enough to know something is wrong even if you try to act like nothing is wrong. Stop trying to do everything on your own and let me help you.

Love,
Rei

Dear Mom and Dad,

Please TALK to each other. I can not solve this problem. Mom, dad can't know what you tell me if you don't tell him. Dad, mom can't know the problem if you keep it to yourself. I am not taking sides....so please stop trying to pull me in all directions. I can't handle it anymore. I just simply can not handle things as they stand I am on the midst of falling back into my depression.....I can feel it taking over. I don't want that. Just talk to each other and reach a compromise.

Elle.

Dear Kit,

I am so lonely without you here. Though I know we think of each other and have a connection, it is not enough today. It will not be enough tomorrow, it will never be enough. Come home to my arms! Nii helps me the best he can, but he can only do so much...and I don't want to burden him with the pain I feel day after day. He has so much more to think about...I feel like my heart is just breaking. I am in the room with my friends trying not to cry again. I feel tortured...when I hear from you, I smile so happily and my heart flips, but every moment in between there is a weight on my being. Sometimes it is too much to move...sometimes I do not want to talk to my friends. Sometimes I want to be mean because they have something I want. I wish I could smile at you every day, and hold your hand, and listen to you explain your day.

Did we do something to make God hate us? What did we do? Of course God blessed me with Niisan and Gale and my supportive foster family... He led me to you... then he took you away. He separated so many of us. God allowed many of us to be born into abusive homes...but He led us to our friends. Is that enough? Is that the place where we should be thankful? Because when we were, he split us all. I am breaking in half tonight...please be with me soon, love.

Dear Family (mostly grandma),
Stop. Just for heaven's sake, stop.
It hurts that I still feel like its my fault and want to curl up in a ball and die, when I'm nearly 700 miles away from you. That's how great my pain is. The way you are acting is breaking my heart so badly. Please, if not for yourselves, do it for me. I'm scared, and feel like its my fault, and I don't think its fair that I have to feel that way.
I'm sorry that I chose my happiness.
No.
No I'm not.
What I'm sorry for is how bitter you are, grandma, that I chose my happiness and chose to leave you and life my life with the person I love, on my own terms.
And I'm sorry that you're taking your anger and loneliness out on mom and my brother, who are the only members of our family who really give a rat's ass about you. Martha Alice and her kids don't, and with them it will be just like it was with grandpa. They won't see or contact you except once in a blue moon, and then when you're dead and cold and we're putting you next to grandpa in the ground, they'll weep and go on about how much they love you and how sorry they are that you're gone.
It. Is. All. BULLSHIT.
Me, and Nicholas, and mom are the only ones who really care. That's why I referred to my mom as your only daughter when I was yelling at you on the phone earlier.
But you'll never understand this. And in the end, its going to come and bite you in the ass.

I love you more than anything. I miss you so much that it makes me ache terribly. This is the first time I've been without you in my whole life. Before I left, I was literally with you everyday, and I'm lonely without you. But if you won't leave your house and your damned dog to come see me, then there is nothing I can do. I've cried a lot, but that's not going to change anything. However, mom wants to come, and she is going to come. I'm sending her a ticket, and she's coming to stay with us for a while. And I'll be damned if you stop her.
You're making her miserable, don't you see that? She has no other choices, and the things you say are beating her down and breaking her heart. Making her feel like filth.
I don't think you realize how vicious you can be. Someone needs to get a tape recorder and make you listen to some of the things you say sometimes. Its very hurtful.
Mom is unstable anyway, and you know it. I worry about her so much. I've started having nightmares about her killing herself. You can't possibly understand how scared I am. You just can't. I need you both to be truly happy, but I chose to be with John (and I don't regret it) I'm happy as anything with him, as long as this drama is not happening. To be 100% happy, I'd need you and John, and mom. But that's not possible and I've accepted that, or at least I'm trying to.

But please stop the fighting. Mom can't take it, and I know I can't.

Love,
Your very frazzled and emotionally drained, mentally exhausted granddaughter/daughter

Dear World,

It just seems like it's all my fault. All of it. It's all. my. fault.

I'm tired, and I'm lonely.

Give me a break, because I give up on you, this world, the way you are. I'm finally going to change you.

Signed, With Much Love,
Sara

To my darkness,

Love...

That word lingers in every humans mind. It corrupts people into thinking there is something in the world other then pain and suffering. When all it does is cage us in a web of lies. Distracting us from the harsh reality of slow deaths and the agony known as life.
The pain lingers even after all these years, my dreams still haunt me. The scars on my wrist remind me, never healing; just staring back knowing the secret words I can never say. I want to scream out at the heavens, I want answers that I'll never get.

Selfish...

That word is carelessly thrown out, you believe you're the victim in every simple fight we have. I sell my stuff, so you don't have to. I put your needs before my own, I have yet to grieve over a loss in the family. My extra time goes only to you, you believe I'm invincible. That I don't break down; that I'm stronger then Superman. You taunt me all to well...
You beg for me to marry you, yet you refuse when I ask. You talk about plans for us when we are married knowing the day will never come. A year passes, you are no longer the person that cages my heart. I try to leave... but you call me back.

Hate...

That word is forged in the dying flames of passion, the lingering feelings of broken trust and love smothers it slowly. What once was known as love slowly turns to hate. The pain from your lying, the loneliness you put out, the emotionless physical contact all fuel the annoyance of being with you.

Where did my world go, what happened to the muse that sparked my passion?

Sincerely;
Faded Beauty

Chris,

Leave me alone. Please.

I'll be the first to admit that it took me a while to get over you. I also bothered you a lot more than I should have. If I could turn back time, I would. I would make it so that I never said another word to you after you ended it. However, I can't. So I'll just need to live with the fact that I obviously cared about you a lot more than you did me.

Now, I'm moving on. I have no feelings for you at all. I regard you in the exact same way that I regard people I used to associate with. I would never say that I hate you, mainly because that will never happen. However, if you were on fire, I probably wouldn't help you.

You're twenty-two. You're married. You have a baby on the way. Surely you have something better to do with your time than hassle your ex?

Tania.