To myself,

Admit it. You have a police officer fetish.

You do, you know you do.

Sincerely.

Dear N,

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IMING ME?

WE DO NOT TALK. WE DO NOT TALK! STOP TALKING TO ME!

WHY AM I STILL TALKING TO YOU?

I suppose it's out of a sense of just- curiosity. Where is this conversation heading? You asked me what my screenname meant, for Christ's sake- asked me who I was in love with that was holding me captive.

I hope you didn't think it was you.

And now I'm still talking to you because I feel like I'll regret it if I don't- some chance is coming up. Perhaps it's going to be to tell you how I really feel: that you're somewhat of an ass and that I no longer want to hook up with you. That I have another guy I'm interested in (who is actually going to make me happy and not depressed as fuck).

Why the hell, Nick? Why the hell are you talking to me tonight?

S.

Shelby,

You little bitch!

How dare you go and say that me and Ashley spread rumours about you! Fuck you!

You're the one that dated her and kept it a secret. You're just upset cause she told Santana, who told me, and then I told Angalisa.

You didn't trust Santana, who you called your best friend. You lied to us and said you were dating Nathan. You said that you and Austin weren't dating. And now you deny dating Ashley. She was crying at lunch today because of you!

Quit with your damn lies! I hate you. Skylar didn't fucking rape you, nor did he ever try. We all know you had sex w/ him and are too embarassed to admit to it. You called me right after it happened and told me about it. And not to mention, Cici said she got a call from your grandmother or his (idr) saying that you guys did it in her bathroom!

I'm glad though this happened in a way. Why? Because you deserve to lose all of your friends. The only friends you have now are Austin and Angalisa. And from what I hear, Angalisa hates you. The only reason she sat by you was because she didn't want to deal with Ashley.

Why can't you quit lying? Are you just a compulsive liar?

Well if you're around in the morning, you are going to get a nice little lecture.

But you're a coward. So I bet you'll hide in the teachers room again.

I fucking hate you.

~D


Santana,

Look, I know you don't get this, but I'm friends with you to keep peace. I won't forgive you for all the crap you did. I won't. Ever. I'm not going to be sorry for (hopefully) switching spanish hours at semester.

You will be fine. You have other friends in there.

I don't like anyone in my hour. Only a few Spanish 3 kids and I can't work with them because I'm spanish 4.

But I have to do what is best for me. I can avoid Angalisa, Shelby and Amanda in 5th hour. Theres still Chris and Aaron. I will sit with them and at least have some friends in there.

But quit trying to make me feel guilty.

You just have to get over the fact i'm leaving.

~D


S,

Quit whining on that community about me.

Its your fault we aren't friends.

Its your fault that happened between us.

And its your fault that we can't be friends anymore.

I gave you plenty of chances.

~D

Dear Mom, Dad, Michelle,

Would it kill you to pay a little more attention? I'm working my ass off in school...cut me some fucking slack!


With love,

Robyn.

Dear you,

I've never liked a girl as much as I like you. Thinking of you makes me feel like this excited child, awed at the very existence of someone like you, and thrilled by the prospect of all the good things that can happen now that I know you.

I so dearly hope that at some point we end up kissing, and thus henceforth having license to have our arms around each other and cuddle and things like that. I'm extremely frightened about the prospect of initiating this, however, and the possibility that you would prove not to want any of this, and that you're just really enthusiastic about being friends with me, rather than anything more.

If only I knew how you felt.

Love,

Me.

Dear Brett,
I like you. Don't get me wrong. You just live too damn far away.  I can do intra-state LDRs, but not interstate LDRs. I can't handle another LDR right now, not after what Steven did to me. Also, I'm almost definitely falling for Tanner.

I'm sorry,
Alex

Dear Tanner,
I know you were being semi-facetious when you proposed that we get into a "paperwork marriage", but like you...there's a small part of me saying, "Hell with it; let's do this." Maybe we could actually make it work...I just have reservations about ever ending up in divorce court...>_>

But I do accept your challenge on two weeks without action...
I know that you feel that sex blinds...I don't think so, but I accept your challenge. I just hope it hasn't been blinding you...:/

*kisses*
--Alex
P.S. Contrary to what you believe, I was actually doing decently on two months without sex until I met you, and you got me all stirred up. You sexy bastard you. ♥


Dear Mr. Rabbit,
Y hello thar.
It's been awhile, but I get the feeling that over the next two weeks we'll be getting reacquainted...
*ninja eyes*
--Alex

Dear Steven,
I dreamt about you last night...you were with some ugly bitch who I guess was supposed to represent Ada *shudders* (although I must say, as ugly as this girl in my dream was, she still looked better than Ada. Pwnt)...but whenever I walked into the room, you and her kept leaving. I didn't mind her leaving, but I was wanting to talk with you...
You two went outside and I happened into your bedroom...some container was laying on the bed, and I dispersed the contents (some liquid) all over the bed, then put the container back on the bed the way it was and snuck back out of the room. I then went to the bathroom to wash the liquid off my hands and whatever it was turned the water a deep ugly brown, then the water went back to clear :/

That Ada bitch is nothing but trouble. Mark my words, she's no good for you.

--Alex

P.S. I hate the fact that I'm still in love with you. It's not fair that you stopped loving me so fucking fast over that fugly whore.

best friend-
when I take you in confidence, I expect you to respect it. The boy isn't "okay" to hit on. Literally OR Figuatively. Did you fail best friend sensitivity class? I do not want to hear how you and him "get along great" and how you "enjoy being around him." You HATED him until I confided that I had a thing for him. None the less does it make me question HIS motives; it makes me question yours. I have always respected when you said you liked a guy; remember, you've dated most of my guy friends. I just want the favor returned. And, do you think we could have some trust in me? I'm tired of hearing your life through the guys from work.
-your supposive best friend

boy with the smile-
I apologize in advance for not being there today. I loved how when you found out, your eyes lit up and you smiled. I like how you won't be perverted, or completely guy like when I'm around. I really do appreciate it. I'm a open book, and you've already found the flashlight. I like being close to you. I want to be around you because of the atmosphere you create.
Just do me a favor and don't fall for my best frind. I'm getting sick of it.
-the girl who laughs too much

Dear guys,

Jailbait is gross, pathetic, and immature.
Stop goin for it. Theres a reason why you go to jail for it. Its just wrong.
So.. grow up and get over the fact you are no longer a teen and go for something that isnt so easy.

-Kelly

dear ex boyfriend,
what you told me this weekend hit me hard.
our entire relationship was based on lies.
(geesh, i never thought i would say that cliche line.)
we decided we couldn't be friends,
so why did you text me last night?
i don't want anything to do with you.

dear boy with the hat,
so, i think you're kind of cute.
we had lunch together on monday,
i friended you on FB today, you accepted.
do you know who i am? haha.
sometime i think i'll FB chat you to tell you the reason
i friended you was just because we have class together,
and it would be nice to have a contact in case i need it.
lame excuse. but maybe youll fall for it.

dear boy in delaware,
so, the way we started talking was weird huh? yeahhh..
i like when we talk. i really needed a new friend.
i like when you told me that i was proof that
someone can be cute and smart.
i like when you text me randomly, like yesterday morning,
and last night after work. but last night online was weird.
i hope you're not getting annoyed by me.
you said "talk to you tomorrow sweet dreams",
but we havent talked today. i don't know if you're at work.
do you want to stop talking?

best friend,
sometimes it makes me sad that you always make plans
with your boyfriends on the weekends.
don't you want to see me enough to make plans with me?
you see him all the time, you never see me.
you always pick your boyfriends over your friends
and from what i've heard, they're sick of it.
i hope one day you get yourself together
and realize friends are more important and come first.

Dear Sean,

I feel like all the letters here are to you, and I don't mind. It makes it seem like we're having a heart-to-heart even when I know you're across Grounds, burying your nose in a book or staring intently at your latest poem; even when I know the most conversation we have is a few greetings as I'm coming from Persian or maybe, if I'm lucky a few snippets of conversation over dinner before band practice.

Every so often, I feel as if I'm losing faith in my love for you, in my hope that something will change for me one day; but then, whenever I see you, my heart clenches and my stomach does crazy tricks that it shouldn't even be attempting and I know my mind's just trying to save myself further heartbreak. I know in the back of my head that this will never, ever work, but what's the harm in optimism?

To cut to the chase, I've been a little bit of a creeper, no more so than the average teenager--y'know, via facebook--and I perused your notes. I saw you checked the box "tried to hurt yourself" under one meme you filled out. At dinner, you joined vocally in the conversation about our faith in organized religion, and how you were seriously questioning yours and had large doubts. That combined with my stalkerish knowledge made my heart literally throb in such a curious melange of emotions.

You're clearly internally conflicted, maybe even with deeper issues.

Just like me.

I could understand you. You could understand me.

We're more alike than you realize.

So say yes.

Love,
that crazy first-year girl tuba

Dear You,

I'm worried I'll lose my feelings over you in time.

I don't really know.

I'm so confused.

But I do like you now.

I secretly want to go with prom with you.

No one else.

So chances are, since I doubt you'll ask me, I'll not go.

I'd rather go with you than anyone else anyways.

But thats a long ways off. 

And if things go the way I want, I'll get to be in your spanish hour.

And that would make me very, very happy.

I hope I can see you tomorrow.

~D

Dear you,

The truth beneath my cutting dear is because its something that makes me feel safe and okay, its something that no one can take away and it can't walk away. i've invested myself in this behavior since you left. seeing blood pour out of my arm makes me happy. my razor blade has been my best friend. its been there when you haven't and its stopped the pain of missing you a dozen times and i know it will stop it a dozen more. i may be holding the razor blade, but you for one am doing this to me. i hope your proud of yourself, i hope your sickly proud. it was something i could never afflict on you, that sense of proud. but i guess im still achieving it in a way. you got what you wanted, you don't have to deal anymore but i guess your sympathy never kicked in, i'm still quickly dying... but i guess the joke was on me for thinking anything was enough. for thinking you ever cared. for being oh so unreasonable. im bitter, but i'm more upset and dissipointed. i thought you were better than that. you may want respect but nothings lead you to be deserving of it, and you deserve every pound of guilt possible in this universe... but you wont gain a ounce, because sadly you don't believe you've done anything wrong. i guess thats what you've gotta say to yourself, to make it to tomorrow. i wish i could hate you, im angry but only because i don't want to drop that because the more angry i am, the less it hurts. you lied, i just wish you never did so. than i wouldn't feel so crappy without you, because i would of never had anything to believe. you knew i needed you, but you still had that ability to just forget me. you looked right at me, right in my eyes and still found the ability to fore hide my pain and struggles and tell me lies, grasp my hopes and belief when you had no intention at all to stick to the honesty. your despicable for doing such a thing. i hope you think about me everyday and feel uneasy. i wish i could find it in me to hurt you, like you did to me. you know im capable, you've always knew. i guess that risk meant nothing. so much for ' i wouldn't be able to sleep at night if anything ever happened to you' i spit on your pathetic truth less words. you never had belief in me. you never cared. i was just another priority file that got thrown on your plate. if you really cared, you wouldn't continue on with what you knew to come true, you would of done the best for me. and than, only than would you have the ability to say you helped me, not now. not with this. not this way. you did more damage to me than any in my life, and that tops alot. but i guess the fact that i care even after all this is meaning less. i mean, you throw down my words and feelings like they are nothing. how i could love such an ignorant, selfish heart, i don't know. i guess you fooled me with your act. and i would really love to gain to the least an apology out of this but since i know thats never going to happen, and your never going to take responsibility for your actions, i'll apologize to myself, for ever thinking and believing that someone like me could be loved by someone like you and to the fact that your selfish act, messed up anything i had left. i loved you, i still do. how does that mean nothing? how cold are you? how do you tell me you care and promise it, be so sure of yourself and do such thing? its despicable truly. and than put it on me. say its best for me, and that i'm imagining shit? honestly, your a joke.

i still long to hate you,
i still long to forget you,
i still long to feel sorry for you, and stop feeling sorry for myself,
i still long to stop self blaming, and regretting
but i'm stuck at missing you and continuing to love you so for now,

LOTS of LOVE me

dear you,

i still love you more than anything in this world, and i know a part of you still loves me, too. at least i hope so.
i know i put you some rough times, but i'm willing to make it up. we've been through so much together, than i don't know why you're giving up on me now.
remember the good times we had, and let that keep you alive in this...it's what always keeps me going when i'm hurt.
three years, baby.
three years.
and it's almost thanksgiving. almost christmas, for that matter.
this time last year, we were so in love. but i had my fuck ups. are they really worth losing all this?

i love you. and i can't change that about myself, and i can't change anything about you that would make me hate you. cause i can't. and alksdf.

i don't want to lose you...i don't know what i'd do with myself..
fuck, just thinking about it hurts.

i've always loved you, and i always will,
k

Dear college,

You officially suck. You have marked me absent for lessons I am not even timetabled for. Why? Is it that hard to get the timetables right in the first place instead of sending back the college ID cards because they were not the right shade of red? Or spending over £2 million on making the college look pretty instead of using it for our education?! I need to get this sorted out by the end of tomorrow otherwise you are stealing away my EMA money, which would be very useful right now.

You know what? I'm so fucking glad I am leaving.

- An unhappy student.

Dear You,
"I'm Not Ok" by My Chemical Romance just came on the radio. I ended up beaming while listening to it. Because you know what? I actually am ok. And it reminded me of all the time I spent listening to emo bands, thinking about you, moping, waiting. And although we were great friends, liking you, for lack of other word, sucked. Absolutely sucked.
Liking you was three years of thinking I wasn't good enough, of always having stupid hope, of constantly being let down, of waiting for you to want me too, realise that I was the one, dump your girlfriend. It was never worth it, I had just convinced myself that it was because you meant so much to me.
I deserve so much more, and it feels so good to be over you.
Nothing,
A Girl Who You Were Really Never Good Enough For.

Dear Self,
Unless you want a repeat of history, you're going to get dressed, put on some nice make-up, go to school, and show him what you're made of. Stop denying the obvious. Go for it.
Love,
Yourself

dear you,

you always said we'd be the best of friends. i never wanted any different but i'm finding it harder to see you everyday and have you play with my fingers and kiss my head and put your arm around me when it shakes my heart a little bit but ultimately means nothing to you,
you've changed my life in so many ways but you've been texting her again and i don't want to fall back into the pattern from before, maybe it's a game to you or maybe you just don't understand but i don't think i can stick around without letting myself break us, i've already fallen hard for you and that's bad for both of us, you don't want it and you don't want to know it, but you'll still hold me and give me the slightest ounce of hope that maybe i'm something more...
i don't know how to let you go, i don't know what to say or how to maintain the self control to not text you or how to not find excuses to go on your floor, hoping you're walking around.
i need to say goodbye...i love you babe. i wish i had the words.

love,
bubbles

Dear N (ugh, my hands are cramping at the thought of my seven hundredth letter to you),

I just spent the past few hours thinking of how promising he seems, and imagining generally adorable things.

Then I logged onto facebook, and you had commented one of my pictures. An old picture, from summer, in an album that consists entirely of webcam pictures- I mean to say, an album of only me. A picture right in the middle, so that you must have clicked through them all to get to it. No one else has commented on it in awhile, so you chose to look at it without any provocation.

What the fuck were you doing looking through my pictures at two in the morning?

The weekend- I saw you looking at me again. I ignored it, because I really don't care anymore, other than in a self-satisfied, smug, "ha, he still wants it", way.

But, fuck, stop it.

(I replied to the comment of course. I play right into your trap, every time.)

S.



Dear C,

Y'know, now would be a good time to steal my number from anyone and text me something silly. Thanksgiving break should be a good time, so long as none of the other awkward he's in my life pull anything funny.

S.

Dear you,

I would say I want to save our friendship, but really? You're not my friend anymore. I don't know who this hateful person is sitting near me, who's underhanded, arrogant, spiteful, and just plain awful most of the time. You do things without any concern as to how it will make others feel. If it's funny to you, who cares who it upsets, even your supposed best friend, right?

If I have to just pretend like you're not ever around, fine. I really just hope you end up getting what you give someday. Maybe all that bad karma you've been building up will teach you a lesson.

I hope it does.

Not really any love any more,
me

Dear world,

These words get confused a lot.

Where = a location.... as in "WHERE are you??????!?!?!??!?!"

Were = past tense of are ... as in "We WERE there, now we are not"

Thanks.

C,

I'm so glad you posted the pics.

Some are just so amazing!

The ones that aren't are my fault, not yours. 

But I love them all a lot :)

And I really wish you would become a photographer. 

You have so much talent that I wish I even remotely had.

Please, please don't let your parents stop you.

Its YOUR life, not theirs.

And they will still love you no matter what you do.

But I don't want to see you later in life as a pharmacist, and miserable.

Do what you love.

You make people feel comfortable taking pics.  Thats something most people can't do.  Especially for me.  My mom can't take pictures of me that I'm comfortable with.

You have a gift.

Don't waste it.

~D

Dear _____


   Honestly, I kind of expected it for the last day or two, but that didn't change how much it hurt. I honestly don't know what to even do with myself right now. I haven't really been able to stop crying since you said it.  I wish you'd talked to me about this sooner instead of just waiting till you decided you weren't in love with me anymore.  
  I didn't text you to let you know i got home, because I was truly depressed that I actually made it home.  I don't know how you could think that we'd still be able to be friends if our relationship ends, after all we've been through, and I can't believe you asked "are you still all upset about that?" like 4 hours after you told me.   Yes. I'm still upset.  At this point, the happiest thought I can think of is that maybe I'll be lucky and die in my sleep tonight.

Sincerely Yours,
The one you're not in love with anymore.



Dear Dad,
 
    Don't tell me about how you messed up your pills the last couple days and call it "A good way to kill yourself" It's not a great joke and you're giving me ideas that I don't really need right now.

---Your son


Dear me,
  
      If you weren't so fat, unattractive and obnoxious, you might not have these problems

Dear K,

Can you please start thinking with your head
and not other parts of your body?

It's turning you into an a**hole.
Thanks much.
Love,
♥ Your Girlfriend

Dear You... Be a True Women. Not a dishonest one

Think of all the kids.
Try for once in your life to be a example to be followed, not one that someone
would be ashamed of.

Don't ruin more lives than you already have...
Go on with your life.
I will......

Just because you made things bad
you did NOT kill our love

God says he does not give up on any of his children so no matter what you do or have done
God will forgive you. Ask for forgiveness and change.

Your children love you make them proud of you.
Since you say they hate him think of them and not just yourself