Dear ______,

I want to kill you right now.
I'm tired of putting up with you and having to paste a cheap smile on my face when I see you.
Luckily, I don't always feel this way about you. Sometimes, you're cute, caring, kind, and just plain likable.
Please, show me the cute, caring, likable side of you. Clean up your messes, too. No one enjoys picking up toy after toy out of their rooms or the living room, or some other high traffic zone of our house. Also, no one enjoys hearing you scream but {insert name here}. She thinks it's funny, but the rest of the house wants to strangle you.
Just learn, learn, learn. Listen, shut up {for once}, and learn. Others take the time to try and answer a question of yours, or teach you something you don't know and want to know, but you move to another subject and another person before they can even start to speak. Oh, and when you say, "Hey {who ever you need the attention of at the moment}!" the first time, and you're ignored, don't say it seventeen more times. Please.

Your big sister {who you've given a migrane},
Lala.

(only because I can't find the contact for the band >>)

Dear Band I will not say,

What you did was very, how we say, rude. We all travled a good bit to come see your show and what did you do? Cancel. Now I know there are numbers of reason to cancel a show but the one you gave was utter crap. A stage too small? Gimme a break. a band with just as much equipment, members and everything took over for you as the headliner and guess what? They thought the stage was fine. The venue offered to make the stage a little bigger and yet you still refused to play. That seems a bit stuck up and full of yourself, don't you think?

You owe not just the fans you disappointed, but the venue an apology. Why? Cause a good chunk of people that came to see you didn't stay after they heard you canceled your show. Therefore, the venue suffered financially. I hope your satisfied with yourself. You know, just cause your tour manager says 'no' you and the band can say 'yes' cause -you're the band-. YOU choose if you play that venue or not. You agreed already and you should have played that show anyway. Next time, check out the venue before you book a show there. Then you won't get hundreds of fan excited and wasting their money and time to come see you when you won't be there.

-Angery and Disappointed fan

Dear My Friend Since 5th Grade,

I've known you for a long time. I know you've been extremely spazzy and have been diagnosed with ADHD this past year. That doesn't change who you are. But, this isn't about that. Since the begining of this year, you have been pretending to punch me and kick me. It was fine in the begining. Then, you got a girlfriend, who happened to be my best friend since 6th grade. Now, since your relationship is only about 3 months old, of course you'd be protective. But, now you are actually kicking me or punching me if I poke her, or make fun of her, as a friend of course; it doesn't mean anything to her. But, it's seriously getting out of hand. Especially this morning, when we were walking around with one of our other friends before school offically started. I said sorry for something, and I just happened to say it high pitched. And you mocked me. You said, the same voice I said sorry, "I have a high pitched voice. And you can't understand me!" That was it. I couldn't handle anymore. And at lunch, my best friend from 4th grade told me that you couldn't control it because you have ADHD. It's just ADHD, not a disability where you don't know what you're doing.
So, just tell me:
Do you hate me? Or not want me to be friends with my 6th grade best friend or something? Do you want it to be just you and her, and no one else? If so, then I guess I can stop being your friend.. But, I don't want that to happen.. I think we can work this out somehow.. But you just have to stop.

Signed,
Begging to Not Be Hurt Anymore.


Dear My Friend Since 4th Grade,

You know you are one of my best friends. But, in choir these past few weeks... I don't have much of a choice but to say this:

I know you love singing and you hate it when the people in the choir start talking, even in a whisper. That's fine, but you don't have to yell, because you are being a hypocrite by saying for them to stop talking. You talk as well during rehersal. So just chill out a little before you go crazy. And one more thing. For the solo auditions for the Les Mis piece, I know you really want the 'On My Own' solo, because you say it describes your life. You tell me EVERY time we finish singing that song. I think I understand by now, but think this: It doesn't only describe your life. It could even describe my life, or someone else's life. So just don't mention that EVERY.
SINGLE.
CLASS.
It's all I ask.

Signed,
Annoyed and Knows What You Mean.

Dear nephew,

Your antics are out of control. I know you're attention starved BUT there's better ways to get attention than to instigate fights, ask for punishment and repeat. It's annoying that no one can punish you for acting out with out you loving it. I'd rather you listen and learn and be satisfied with the attention given than continuously seeking attention--negative attention at that.

-Cheya

Dear weird girl I see almost every day,

What the heck happened to my eraser. I miss it. Please give it back.

Gosh, I even had to buy a new one... one that I'm happy with but the one you borrowed has memories that I miss. Like the time I hit the ass in front of me with it in... gosh, what class was that, whatever... that guy was annoying. The teacher eventually shut him up by saying he deserved it for disrupting everyone elses learning. Gosh... he's in my science class this year. Too bad he sits behind me or I would throw the eraser at him again. But, hey, guess what? I don't have it.

-The girl you whose eraser you borrowed but never gave back.

Dear _____,

First off I feel like I have to tell you I love you, that hasn't changed, however I am seriously uncomfortable with how things have transpired over the past few months. You knew I wasn't interested in moving to the east coast and asked you to apply for jobs in other locals, but you went ahead and only applied to jobs on the east coast. You then went to an interview for said job without really telling me anything about it, and accepted the position you were offered without consulting me. I've been your girlfriend for over three years! I would think my opinion would be important but apparently not.

I do not want to move to NYC, I don't know how clear I can make this. But, I've been supportive of your choice, so when you got mad at me when I stated your actions could be construed as selfish? Lets just say even though the fight is over I can't forgive you. I feel as though if I want to stay with you I've lost all options for my future. I have to move to NYC. I have to find a job there (which should I point out isn't really where my degree is geographically applicable...) I feel like I'm the one making all these sacrifices and you're just doing whatever you feel like and it's starting to make me sick. What's worse? You already did everything, you can't tell the company that you "don't want the job" I know it doesn't work that way, I just hope you someday understand the gravity of what you did.

I always suspected you were putting your career ahead of me, but this has just cemented it. I will come visit you this summer, I can't hate a place without being there. But I doubt I will stay, my social anxiety and that seed of anger probably won't allow me to. Maybe you'll get the picture and we can continue our relationship, I'd really like that, I really love you but I don't think this is something we can fix.

Your Girlfriend.

Dear mom,

Stop.
I really do not want to come to hate you. I really don't. You have been my provider and caretaker since I was born and you still are. I am truly lucky to be able to be fed, clothed, and sheltered.

But that is not the intention I send this letter with.

I am sick. I am sick of your constant watch, your need to keep me at home. I am sick of your lies, your hypocrisy, your selfishness, your temper and your orders. I am sick of so many things about you. I am sick of you yelling about your 'supreme authority as my mother' whenever you can't handle me as an equal individual, which is a lot of times. A lot of times too many.

I'm always bound to the house because you tie so many chains to me to keep me there. I've always got business at home, I've always got business at home. Your most abused excuse to keep me at home is piano practice. "Piano practice this, piano practice that. You got time? Okay, let's increase your piano practice by another hour!"

You are a hypocrite, mom. I shamelessly admit that I hate that side of you. Just today, the last day of March Break, and I was looking forward to spending precious, scarce time with my boyfriend (yes, mom, I have one. Surprise, you lie to me all the time, I lie to you back. It's how you raised me), I was dragged home earlier then planned because 'I've got business at home!' I come back ready to practice piano since that's almost ALWAYS your excuse, but guess what? There are guests over at the house, who are there after I left in the afternoon! That means I can't practice the piano, or even the violin, and you damn well know that too. I've got no damn business at the house. Where did the end of my March Break go? Oh, I spent it doing nothing at my house, since you are a liar.

Want to hear more hypocrisy? Sure thing. This piano practice issue. I have to work so hard in piano, always toughing out your orders to painstakingly practice it 2-3 hours a day and on top of that, a solid hour of violin (4th year with violin). Meanwhile, you tell me to not pursue musicianship since, "It won't pay well". But never mind noticing such a contradiction, since it works at keeping me at home 90% of the time. Because of you, I'm rapidly losing meaning in playing the piano, which, in itself, pains me a lot because I love music.

Might as well show you a bit more of hypocrisy, as well as a bit of irony of human evolution. You expect to have my life in your hands, acted out as the strings are pulled, until I am a responsible adult (LEGALLY, I stress). I am told what to do, I am told what I should do and what I'm supposed to do. I am told how I should spend my weekends, when I could get a boyfriend (which is when I go to university, according to you), when I could talk to my friends, etc. But then when I hit 18 or 21, I'm expected to magically be a 'responsible adult' with independence, with good judgment skills, with ability to make rightful decisions, and all that. That's why I am fighting to be able to make my own decisions. I'm not a magical being that becomes all that at some age some laws state. If I'm not able to fight for what I believe in now, if I'm not able to make my own decisions now, what kind of adult will I grown up to be?

While you scoff and roll your eyes at being berated by your own child whose LIFE you control because of your 'mom authority', I'll get to the part where I tell you what exactly I want. I want freedom. I want more independence. I want you to loosen your grip. It's hurting me, and it hurts you when I fight back.

I've tried, mom. I've tried so hard to understand. I've come to you with logic instead of childish anger, offering to listen to your views. I am so willing to listen to why you think this way and why you act that way, so we can talk about it heart to heart, but you always shake your head at me disapprovingly, always stating the same answer, "You won't understand. It's an adult, grown-up thing."

If I'm not growing up, what AM I doing?

This letter is far from over. I have so much more to say, but I'll leave that for another time.

Love,
Your daughter

Dear J,

I'm really sick of your drama. I can't babysit your emotions all the time, I have other friends and other problems too, you know? Yeah, I know I didn't call or text, but you know what, neither did you, and I'm not pitching a fit over it. You are always complaining about something or other. You're such a drama queen and honestly? I got over drama in high school. You're four years older than me; grow up already! Yeah, your life is full of shitty things happening but in case you were wondering, nobody is paying attention because they have their own shit to worry about, their own problems to take care of. They can't always be waiting for you to whine about how your life is so unfair. Fix your own damn problems. I'm so tired of being your mother, and if I didn't work with you every day, I'd tell you to shove it up your over dramatic, world-revolves-around-your-misery ass.

Dear ______:

Hey there. I wish I had the guts to actually tell you this on my own, but I'm so chickenshit around you, it's scary. I really like you. I might even love you. You're just so... perfect. You're funny and creative with the best taste in music and this addicting personality that makes me always want to talk to you. I love how we can joke around but can still talk about serious issues in our lives and things that are important to us to each other. Every time you're at a low, you may not know it, but it makes me very depressed seeing you unhappy. You're so cute when you're the normal ol' ______ that makes me smile. I wish I could be the one who makes you smile too.

Remember when we first hung out together? I didn't have a crush on you then, but even so, you were so fun to be with. I was kind of nervous because I usually don't do well around people I don't know all too well, but it was like we knew each other for years. I wish we could hang out more. I wish I had the guts to say, "Hey, I want to see you today," but I can't. You make me want to become a better person, you know. It's because you're so amazing. You draw so much better than I do, you can cook, you can dance, you can pretty much do anything... Instead of being jealous or spiteful, I admire you so much.

And you don't know it, but I've done a lot of things because of you. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend because you made me realize that I deserve better. I started working out because I want you to think I'm cute like the other girls we ogle at together. I started listening to music you like, well, that's just because I think your music is really good. But yeah. You make me want to change who I am for the better. I want you to love me. I hope one day, you will.

Steph

Dear _______:

We were together for nearly 3 years. I'm sorry I had to break up with you, but there were a lot of reasons why I had to do it. Of course, there was the issue with my father, and yes, that was the biggest reason why we're not together anymore. As much as you like to believe it's the only reason it isn't. If I tell you everything, I'm afraid of what you might do. You've already proven to me that you can't cope since our breakup. It is even affecting your health. Please, I still love you, as you are still one of my closest friends, but I don't love you the way you want me to anymore.

The fact of the matter is, you live too far away from me. We live on opposite sides of the country, and the only way I could communicate with you is over Windows Live or the phone. Not only that, we were an item for 3 years. And in that time, neither of us even planned on seeing the other. I know you wanted to, and I wanted to, but it was obviously not going to happen. Another thing: you have no job, no driver's license, you didn't graduate high school, and you don't seem to be doing anything about any of that. What kind of future are we supposed to have together if I'm the only one who can support us? I've waited years for you to get your act together, and as much as I plead for you to do something about it, you would rather play some dumb video game. Plus, when we were together there was a lot of things I wanted you to do, but you refused. We got into a lot of arguments. And like you said once before, we don't have all that much in common.

The kicker though... I partially told you this. I like someone else, and I like him a lot. I have more in common with him and he lives 5 minutes away from me. I liked being with you, but even after 3 years of being with you, I like spending an afternoon with him even more. I'm being harsh and unreasonable. I'm sorry. There is no doubt that I still care about you. When you're angry or depressed, I just want to hold you in my arms and say, "Hey, I was just kidding, I still love you," but it would be a lie and it would just hurt you. I don't know what to do anymore. If you want to stop talking to me, I understand. I'm a bad person anyway. It would probably be for the best. Take care of yourself.

Steph



(Sorry for double posting. I had a lot of venting to do. :()

Dear friend,

I'm glad you have so many original characters and are able to create back stories for them, I truly am. There's just one thing. I don't need to know every little detail about them, especially if you're not going to roleplay them with me. You tell me about them so frequently, they're all starting to run together and I've found I don't know who your characters are anymore. Even the ones we -do- roleplay with are running together with these random characters that I never even see. You never give me a chance to go on about my own characters cause every time I try, it leads to a HUGE posting on one of your own characters and usually they aren't related at all. Either that or I post a small post ans start a larger one about the character and you cut me off before I even begin. MSN has a little notice in the bottom left that says 'so and so is typing a message', learn to look at that please, I always do with you and show courtesy by letting you finish your thoughts. show the same with me.

While we're still on the note of rps, please don't tell me every detail about what's going on in an rp with a different friend. it's not that I don't care, it's just you assume I do and rant for about an hour on what's going on. I started to care but now it's just gotten annoying. Again, I don't tell you what goes on in my other rps (since again I never get the chance to ) so please show some kind of respect by not gushing over them to me unless I seem interested. Please note not answering is a sign that I'm not interested. Don't assume because i don't answer that I want to know more.

Also, please not I am not a rant box. That doesn't mean you can't rant to me, I really don't mind most of the time. If I say something like 'I have to go soon' however, that is NOT a que to fit in 3 or 4 rants. When i say I have to go soon, I mean it. It's my way of giving you a heads up so I don't just go 'Ok, gotta go, bye' and just disappear. Please ask before doing huge rants that are depressing and just overall mood killing. I have my own problems in life that are hard to deal with and I really don't need yours weighing on my conscience as well if at all possible. I don't me for it to sound mean, but sometimes I'm not a good ear to rant to. I know you have other friends and even an online blog. Should I not be able to hear that rant, you can rant to one of them or you can rant on you LJ.

One final detail I feel I need to address before I go nuts. I have not seen some of the anime you have and I know that i have seen some you haven't. However, I do NOT go on about that series to you in case you want to watch it. You, however, have pretty much told me everything there is to know about a number of anime and now I am just turned off to them. I will not read the manga or watch the anime cause there is no point to anymore. I've told you coutless times i do not want things about a series told to me such as character relationships or events that happen, funny or not. Why? It's just how am. I like seeing it for myself and experiencing the whole thing on my own. I've called you out on this a number of times and the only thing you can ever say is 'It's not a spoiler XP'. It may not be, but it's disrespectful to keep going on and on about a series when you know I haven't seen it and therefore can't contribute to the conversation. Please please PLEASE ask before going on about a series, ok? I may say yes and then it will be my own fault. Unless that happens though, keep your mouth SHUT about the series/game/whatever it may be. PLEASE

I hope I didn't sound too mean, but I've been keeping quiet about this for almost a year now and I just can't take it anymore!

Sincerely yours,
A friend who still loves you to bits

Dear D,
I'm sory that i haxxed your account. I just had a guilty pleasure. Plus, you wouldn't listen to me. So it kinda serves you right.

from,
L


Dear "Dad",
First off, no hard feelings. They are more solid than what "HARD" would mean.
Second of all, I am sorry that I "scartched" you. How would you like it? Shoved glasses into your eyes, huh? That was the only way you would get off. And then you say"don't fuck with me"?? Excuse me, let me go barf. At least Eryn stood up for me. God, you think I'm like a slave or something! And Amanda? SHE DOES HAVE A DOUBLE LIFE! But OF COURSE, as the youngest, no one listens to me. Of course.
Some things I should point out.

1.I am not perfect.
2.NOT everyone can moove at light speed.
3.You never listen to me, do you.
4. Amanda is SUCH a SUCKUP!
5. you are fat.
6. you have a beer belly.
7.Oh and you over react! Just cause I say you shovel your food down doesn't mean that I think you're a pig.(come to think of it, i might change my mind.)
8. You are a mother fucker.

from, L

Dear...,

I'm really sorry that I hurt you in a way that you'll never forgive me for. I really didn't mean to, and that's why I didn't want to tell you before you had a stressful week. This only made it worse. I really didn't mean for it all to happen like it did.

I know you'll probably never believe me in your heart, because you have been too cautious because of your past experiences, but it's something that I hope you can learn from if anything else. I didn't deceive you in the way that they did, nor did I reject you like that either. You are still scared like you have been in those past experiences, but I think it's the time that you shouldn't be anymore. I don't know what it is like for you, I will admit that. I could never, but I really hope that you find someone out there that is even more "perfect" than I. I'm definitely not perfect, as like other people, I have many flaws and faults. Perhaps that was a big issue that caused you to become overemotional, is because you turned me into an obsession. Obsessing over any person or thing never leads to a good ending, and so I hope you will stop that in the future.

And... you are not someone who doesn't deserve to be loved. You do deserve someone, and someone is out there waiting for you... You just need to find her.

Sincerely,
moogle.

Dear Grem,
i just wanted you to know that i do love you as much as you love me. i'm sorry that i don't know how to show it most of the time but as you already understand i've had crap unloving relationships in the past!! i'm so glad your mine <3
i love you now and forever

Yours Forever, Vix <3

A

I know that what happened was allowed and all parties involved discussed and approved it. I know that when things actually happen how you think you will feel about it and how you actually feel about it can change.

For that I'm sorry - I never wanted to make you jealous or uncomfortable and I hope that this doesn't affect our friendship or your relationship.

I know that everyone says it's OK - but I can't help but worry because you are both so very important to me.

Also, on a side note - I never thought of him like that before everything happened - now that I'm not allowed to I find myself thinking about it more . . . funny how that goes.

Anyway, sorry for causing problems and I'm looking forward to when we can visit again.

Sia

Dear you with the eyes,
I fucked up! I fucked up royally!
Aha... er... I kinda love you. Never said it outright... I was hoping you could take a hint. Shame is, I'm horrible at dropping hints.
Well, I've had an escalating crush on you since like, last January. Last January. Meaning, for over a year.
I also kinda hate you.
I... ah, I guess I should explain everything?
Well, in the eighth grade, I liked this boy, liked him a whole lot. Thirteen may be a bit immature to use the word "love," but... whatever. Anyway, he was my best friend's boyfriend. Being young, I freaked the fuck out. I didn't want my friend to think I had something against her or that I wanted to ruin their relationship or anything. I developed a sort of block from showing my emotions, a romantic poker face, if you will. In other words, I made it as impossible as possible for anyone to tell that I liked him. And it worked. It worked very very well.
Well, then came you. You were nice, funny, and you kinda liked me, I could tell. And over time I started to like you, too.
But the romantic poker face reared its ugly head.
Because of that experience, I am shit at showing my emotions. It always manifests in some peculiar, foreign way. I tried to break it, but it never quite worked.
I was also your friend, and I valued that friendship. Which is why I could never bring myself to tell you that I liked you. I feared you would avoid me and things would be awkward so I didn't say anything. I just waited for you to say something. But you never did, as far as I know.
But I also hate you.
You lie to me, without any reason, stance to gain, or hope that I will believe you. It almost gets to the point where I can hardly believe anything you say. Hell, if you told me you liked me, I'd probably think you were just fucking with me. Or that I was dreaming. Either one.

Enough about the past.
I love you now, but you have a girlfriend.
She's lucky. She's also very nice; I don't even know her (other than her name and what she looks like), and she gave me her extra change at the vending machine, just because. That strikes me as a very nice thing to do.
Having experience liking guys with girlfriends, I'll be relatively okay with you two.
Meaning, I won't do anything rash. You two seem happy; I'm glad. It hurts to see you hold hands, kiss, what-have you, but I'll live.
However, we're friends, aren't we? At least, I was under the impression that we were. So why are you avoiding me? Hell, you won't even sit next to me in English, and that's your assigned seat. But no matter how thin the ice is with Dr. English Teacher, you just won't sit there. If I didn't know any better, I'd think I smelled like pickles and skunks. What did I do to deserve the cold shoulder? I'd rather have a slightly awkward friendship than no friendship at all.

And I feel like we really missed out. I feel like a relationship with you could've been wonderful. But I screwed up, and it never happened. I apologize to myself for this.

Love,
Linear

Dear ____,

May I just say, I love you more then most things, and I remember a point where I craved so much of your attention. Now that I've got it, its driving me fucking crazy. Seriously...fine line between lovey and frickin clingy and annoying.

When you come see me at work your the right amount of affectionate, but when we're alone you climb all over me. I need me time. Understand that or we'll end up having problems in the near future.

And if you keep looking at the computer monitor while I'm typing, I will let you read this, since your so curous. Maybe then you'll get why I want you to NOT READ OVER MY SHOULDER.

God you know I hate that, and claim you don't do it, but still do it every time you sit next to me. Your gonna end up getting thumped for it one day, mark my word.

Dear Dad,

Stop being a Dick. For real. It's not a good look.

Love you :D,
Andy

P.S. That pizza last night was the shit.

Dear Mom,

I'm really sorry to have disappointed you the way I did... But must you really take Dad's side? I called you up, after I left, not because I wanted to, but I felt I had to. It wasn't my choice for dad to do what he did to me when I was little. I felt like I was the one who was in the wrong when he touched me. Like it was my fault, and I felt disgusted with myself. Please, I'm begging you, take Mina away from him, she's 7, it could happen to her too. You say it wont, but it happened to me, and you didn't stop it from happening did you? And now you expect me to get over it? And still talk to him? I've talked to him over the last 7 years, because I didn't want you to know until I moved out. Mom, I want to press charges against him, because I feel that that's the only way Mina will be taken care of, and kept away from him. And no, I'm not going to a shrink because you think I'm crazy, so stop suggesting it. Just because he touched me, and because I want to press charges for it doesn't mean I'm crazy. The stature of limitations is 20 years mom, and they're looking at making it longer.
You call me up crying, saying I've ruined everything, dropped a 'bomb', and that you don't want to lose everything. What about me mom? This is about ME. I lost my innocence, and I'm afraid of men, and to even get close to them. You tell me not to blame this on my father, but it IS his fault. It's not like I could have just stopped him, I tried. Why didn't you listen to me when I even told you he admitted it, and I have proof? He sent instant messages on my phone, and I saved the convo, and Joey, and his mom both have seen, and heard the conversation.
All I want is for Mina to be safe, you can't always protect her. You go to work, but Dad stays at home, homeschooling her. You were at work when it happened to me... And I even told you that he asked me to stay in his room while he watched his porn, but you didn't do anything. And now he's saying he went too far, he was just trying to teach me about the birds and bees? Yeah right! You watch all these criminal shoes, and you get upset when you see that a little girl has been sexually abused, and you think that the guy is slime. What makes me so different mom? Why is it me that you don't care about? You're eldest daughter, you're first child. You told me you'd do everything in your power to protect Mina, that you can't predict if I'm going to get hit by a bus tomorrow, or get thugged in the ally at night... But that's no excuse, get him out of your house, and stop believing him. I am going to press charged against him if you do not remove him from your house, and keep him from being with Mina.
You have no idea, how much I'm hurting Mom, how much all of this has scared me. Stop holding this against me, and stop blaming me for all of your pain right now, it should be going to that man, that horrible man. Please, I'm begging you, I just want Mina to be safe.

Sincerely,
Your Molested Daughter

*Hugs Sundey* It will be okay. I know people say that all the time and you can't believe them because how could it possibly be true when everything hurts and feels so confusing? But it will be okay. Just keep fighting honey. Keep fighting for your sister. She needs you to, because it seems like nobody else is. And I will be sending all my hopes to you both.

Thanks so much Kierys :)

Dear V.

We've been close since I was five years old, so I let you get away with a LOT of shit. The constant lying was just something I accepted because it was the way you were, and with your brother being disabled, it was an obvious attention grab.

Its hit a line in the sand though. Saying you've gone through so much in this last year without a damn thing to show for it. Your doctors appts weren't mentioned till the day of, usually after you went. But no one ever saw you leave, and no one ever saw you get any medicine. How convienient that someone who sleeps till 3 or 4 would make early morning appointments for EVERYTHING. Probably so we don't catch you in a lie.

I'm entirely sick of the bullshit. I love you anyway. I want to kill you, but I love you. I just hope you understand that we've caught on, and we won't put up with the bullshit forever.

Dear ______:

I still love you. I don't think I'll ever stop. And being there as one of your brides maids when you walk down the isle is going to be one of the hardest moments in my life.

(Signed me)

Dear Thursday,

Early morning chamber music concert I'm not prepared for, history test I'm not prepared for, french oral I'm not prepared for, and violin lesson I'm not prepared for. I got 2 hours. DAMN YOUUU, THURSDAYYY~~

Sincerely,
Under-a-tight-schedule-tonight.





Dear dark_tenshi17 and Sundey,

I realllly hope you guys will be okay.

I agree with Kierys, Sundey. Please keep fighting for Mina's sake.

dark_tenshi17, I can't imagine how heart-breaking that sounds.

Sincerely,
nanxi

Dear ________,

I try to hard, I try to hard to get your attention and what do I get? Just another day passing by, getting ignored. You never noticed when I looked your way, always just with the boys. You never cared, if I was in tough situations just looked for a second and turned your attention back to playing basketball. Why is it you liked her? I bet you will probably throw away the panda plushie I begged my parents for to get you in Bejing. We used to talk a lot, you and I. We still do, but sometimes we just leave it a word. What or who do you think of everyday? I dream of you and I, holding hands, in love, forever, but then I wake up, and I face reality. It could never happen. I told you I liked you before, that was a lie. I loved you. Its been 2 years and I still feel the same. Dammit! Please talk to me! I miss your "HI" and the friendly wave you do. I don't care if your shorter than me! I love your smile, it brightens my day even when I'm as gloomy as ever.
Don't ever change for anyone. If you did, I would still love you.

From someone who thinks she's invisible,
Ashley

Dear Whom Ever Reads This,

Why is the answer to just about everything prescriptions, medicine, and "Go get it looked at by a doctor" lately? If someone has 'ADD'- which rather feels like it was made up on the spot as an excuse to drug kids - they're given meds that are basically sedatives so they'll sit quiet like good little brain washed children. Did the people who came up with that stupid system ever think that maybe, just maybe, they're active and can't sit still or focus on one thing to the end because they can't work in their current environment? Or maybe the work they have to do is just too easy for them, and they've already finished it and are stuck with nothing to do?

This in particular bugs the heck out of me, because I'm almost positive that I might have some very minor form of ADD or something similar- I can't keep my hands still and am always playing with what ever happens to be nearby with them and I hate sitting still. The first person to tell to get on meds for it or see a doctor gets a punch in the kisser. And I am dead serious.

And just this morning I was reading about autism, and several people thought they might have it. The general consent? "Oh if you think your autistic you should go see your doctor, then see about a prescription for it."

Just reading that made me want to hit something.

I seriously hate just how big a part of our lives all of this medication is taking. Has anyone stopped to think that maybe... maybe this stuff is natural? Well, obviously it is. But I mean that it's the sort of thing that should just be left alone. This stuff never bothered us before we knew what is was, why should that stop now just so doctors can keep handing out "needed" medication? It's ridiculous and really needs to be rethought. But hey. That's just the opinion of a 14 year old girl who might have minor 'ADD' and probably doesn't know what the heck she's talking about.

TL;DR- Whoever decided that medication and prescriptions should become a larger part in every day life and whoever is active and can't think clearly in a closed room is obviously ADD needs to be shot. kthnxbai.

From someone majorly ticked off about all the meds in life and needed to rant,
'Manda