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Dear me,
I was right all along.. but its too late. A new problem has entered my life. I fear that I may loose him tonight.... I may look happy outside but I am soo torn apart on the inside.. But I wont shed a tear over him... because he should have known better... -The broken one |
Dear **********, Yesterday was so very awesome. We had loads of fun at the concert together and I'm so glad that my ex being there didn't ruin our fun. She honestly added to everything if anything. It was so fun. You took so many good pictures... And it was awesome that we actually got to talk to the band. Hot Chelle Rae is officially one of out favorites now... But then, when you went home after all of this... Then the next day things didn't go to well. I'm sorry. You deserve so much better than you get, hun. I wish things were better for you in life... I'm sure they will be eventually though. Just... Try to hold in there and don't do anything stupid. I'm sorry she tried to kill herself and I'm even more sorry that she tried to do it in front of you... Just, don't lose hope. You have so much potential in this world and it would be so terribly awful if you did something to make the world lose that. <3 Effelle. |
Dear Diary,
I need to stop being such an attention grabbing brat. Seriously... not everyone is going to like me and if they don't like me, they'll tell me. I need to stop trying to be overly friendly and acting cool when it's obvious that I'm not. I'm a loser, I need to deal with it. -Me |
------------------------------------------ Dear Life. Your a BITCH, but id die for ya (lil wayne quote, but so true) ------------------------------------------ |
Dear life,
Help me understand you better. . . . |
Dear Future self,
I really have nothing much to say much about it since I barely do journals and diary entries because I can't do it everyday like what my mental facility did and I pissed all the psychologists off. Today I got a fatass check from work, which I feel like it'll be my first and last one because after working at the costume shop I go home and then get turned down for any sort of position to work because of the economy. I sort of feel left out at times because I don't understand usually what they say, but I might catch on to that and I have the urges to feel uncomfortable because of the arguments over the smallest things. Maybe within a few years I still be alone with my pet rock. And not really have a relationship where I'm the one that says "I Love You" From, Past Me |
Dear me,
Yep, you did it again. You trusted someone and ended up depressed. I remember when you were carefree and trusted everyone. Then you trusted no one. That just caused you pain though, so then you only trusted people who earned it. Even they broke your trust in the end though. You don't even trust yourself. And how can you expect other people, especially him, to trust you after you lied to them? I just don't understand you sometimes. You cheated, you knew the consequences. You have no trust and now you're destroying other people's trust. It's time to heal yourself, even if the healing is painful. Love, Ashley |
Dear Rob,
I hope you die in a fire or you lose your new job. I fucking hate you if I ever see you I will beat your fucking face in with a baseball bat. . . . .then I will break your knee caps in with a wrench. Kay Thaxs. |
Dear Mark,
Why would you do this to me? You say that you love me then telling me after last night you say that you say random things when your horny. GO AND DIE hope your next relationship suffers. I feel so used and taken advantaged of. I made such an impact on you and now you throw it in my face. How can you say those things with a straight face? Hope your next relationship suffers greatly like the last one. WHORE. (Got that out of my chesticles) :) |
Dear Grandpa,
Thank you so much for being there at my wedding. I never said it but I was so happy that you were there, despite the pain that you had been going through. I know you were never good at expressing yourself, and you always put your family before yourself. I'm sorry I wasn't there when your cancer spread, and you were stuck to the hospital bed in your house. It was just so hard and awkward to be around you. I didn't know what to say or how to act, not medications they put you on changed you, and you acted so differently, like you didn't care if you died. God I miss you so much. I know that I should be happy that you're in a better place and you're not in pain anymore, but I can't help but wish you were still here so I can see you again. In 11 days from now, it'll be the first anniversary of your death and I don't know how things are going to be. I'm worried about grandma, she nearly lost it on the day it was supposed to be your 50th wedding anniversary. I'm afraid that Mom will end up in a mental facility again and I don't think Dad can take that again. I wish you were here to see your great grandchild. She's so cute. Tabitha may not have been attached to you as much as I was, but I know she still wishes you could have seen her baby. I keep having to take breaks to type this up, it still hits hard when I think about you. When Grandma said she found the recording of my wedding that you took I was so happy. I thought it had been lost. And when I heard your voice for the first time in months when I watched it, I couldn't stop crying. And that nightmare, I can't get it out of my head. I can't stop thinking about how I dreamed picking up the phone and hearing your voice clear as day asking me for help, and when those two angles told me you were in hell. I was so scared when I woke up. I know that it was just a nightmare and it's not true, you're in HEAVEN, but I can't stop thinking about it. I'd give my life if it meant you could get out of hell. At the same time, I feel angry with myself because I was HAPPY to hear your voice, asking me for help or not, I was HAPPY. I want to see you again so much. I miss you more then I can bare sometimes. Even with Patrick there to help me there's just times where I feel like I'm helpless without being able to hear my Grumpy playfully joke with me. Please be alright in Heaven Grandpa, and give me the strength to wait to see you until it's my time. I love you so much and I'll never stop missing you. |
Dear ***,Me editing this post only shows the twisted relationship we have. I feel horrible any time I tell you something I know you need to hear, whether to your face or not, but I feel horrible when I don't speak up because I know you need to hear it. After 8 years, I still am having difficulty accepting you into my immediate family. I'm sorry I don't love you as a father, but at the same time I'm not...? I don't even know anymore. |
Dear Catty Gay Men,
Don't think that because you're gay, that it makes you exempt from all criticism. I am sick of your cattiness, I am sick of your male domination coupled with a feminine whininess, I am sick of your smugness and your judging all by beauty and style instead of substance and honor. With you, everything is good so long as it gets cool points and pisses all over anything holy. You're not cool. You are shit. Don't think for a moment that anyone respects you. They fear your sharp tongue and toxic words, and worry about you forcing them out of a job with your unfairness. You act as if everyone's judging you: turn that gaze on yourself, you hypocrites. You shit up the works and then complain that you're having a bad day. Get off your high horse, admit you're not better than anyone else, and please do shove your testicles in a meat grinder, as pain and loss of testosterone would do you good, as well as the humiliation you so richly deserve. I am sick of you catty gays. You give the humble ones a bad reputation they did nothing to earn. You even have the shitty ethics to marry honest women, and make them feel like crap when you cheat on them with men. Who the hell asked you to fuck up the lives of others, just because you're feeling uncomfortable with yours? And why the hell are you so indignant when others call you on it, even getting them fired for complaining about your shittiness? Has self-centeredness and selfishness curdled your diseased brain entirely, so you no longer care about right and wrong, as long as you're getting laid? You act like everyone who dislikes you is stupid, bad, ignorant and crazy. Look in the mirror, you piles of garbage. You are ignorant, intolerant, prejudiced, bigoted, stupid and morally corrupt. It's not a church thing. It's you acting like asses and fucking over other people, expecting a free pass. Businesses were bending over backwards (ha) to promote you to positions of importance and you took that opportunity to get revenge on anyone who didn't agree with your lifestyle. You want tolerance? Learn to be tolerant. You want a pleasant atmosphere? Learn to be pleasant and stop terrorizing others. It's you creating the tension, not them. And you still have the gall to cast blame on others and make them cry. If there is justice, possibly the military will accept you, and place you on the front lines. |
Dear Mother:
Thank you so much for hiding again. Father and I are already completely broke when we're on nothing more then Social Security Disability- we relied on the income you sent us once a month to help us pay the bills. Now we're trying to get that up and running thanks to the government of two separate states, but they can't even find you to do so! Why do you feel you can't even help your daughter, after vanishing from my life ten years ago? Was I really that much of a burden to you? I know you wanted to have me because you'd hoped pregnancy would allow you to rid of your Crohn's for good, and I know that by being born a month premature I ruined that hope after eight months of blissfully not having to deal with the problem...But you ruined my life even before I was born thanks to your poor genetics along with father's and your drug use even when I was in the womb. Can't you at least be kind enough, after 18 years of medical torture and mental abuse- after ten years of realizing my mother didn't even care- to have some sort of heart and help both me and the man you supposedly loved since you were thirty or so? Sorry for the hostility, but I really needed to get that point across. From, The Daughter You Left Behind. |
Dear Hipster Shit,
PSYCH!!!!! I'm so glad others see you for what you are. C: |
Dear Death
I know that everyone gets a lifetime, but did you have to stop and take away our perfect kitty girl so soon? She was only six years old and on Thanksgiving morning as well. We still have not adjusted to the loss of Moon-Sugar. At least we can thank you for a quick death and hope that when it time for the others to pass on that they may go as quickly, but more peacefully. I still have to get up and work this morning. It was a meager and poor Thanksgiving both heart wise and monetary. My throat gets tight just thinking about how much we miss you Shuggie. Be at rest, and soon our hearts will ache less with your loss. |
Dear Mom,
Why do I get blamed for everything I do, it's a part of growing up is making my own mistakes & making decisions is a part of growing up and it seems that you won't let me. Then you become a total bitch to me @ Thanksgiving over a filet knife if I get cut from a knife it won't be a big deal I've been through worse than a cut from a filet knife, and tell you douchebag husband to buy a new chefs knife because he broke it on an 18 lbs worth of turkey cause he's a dumbass. And you being hypocritical on parenting is total bullshit like when your husband says whatever you don't care but when I say whatever I get yelled at and say to respect your elders. You don't have an AARP card on older than 60/70 so your not an elder, suck on that. I hate when you compare me to my sister because she gave you a Grandson @ 20, has a boyfriend, has a job, and living on her own while I feel like a homeless person that don't even want children and yet you push me to have one, you even pushed me to marry someone that I just baely went out with, but we know each other @ 18. You're suppose to be a parent that helps their children's self esteems and obvisiously you don't do that to me, you make me fel like shit that why I didn't say I am thankful for my family. Because my family is Shit to me. From, Your bastard daughter that can die or will die sooner or later |
Dear Homework, Anger, anger, anger, anger, ANGER, ANGER, ANGER. FOR FLIP'S SAKE, DIE ALREADY! D< Love, You're To-Be Murderer, -Fallen. |
dear you, dear me -
so what is it, if something matters to me, but doesn't matter to you, the way you view it trumps all hunh...i can't believe you said that, seriously. that is -really- what you think it's about? are you kidding me..that makes me sound so ridiculously fuckin petty, and if you actually think i could be that petty to have made it about -that- ... that hurts. i know you can't really think that. god it's just so frustrating this is all so goddamn fucking frustrating this is -intolerable- and goddamnit those are my moments he's stealing my experiences..-my- memories! fucker!! what the fuck am i even doing this for (i know what i'm doing this for but is it worth it) fucking god this hurts this has got to be worth it in the end its just got to be - brain |
Dear Diary,
To anyone that read my post have a Happy and Safe Holidays from Prancer From, Echo-chan713 |
Dear Precious,
I used to call my journal that in middle school... I hate that I can offend someone else by having horrible self-esteem. How does that even work? 'I'm mad at you because you don't like yourself.' Seems silly to me... -TIB |
dear AJ,
i know what i did was wrong on a lot of levels, but it was the right thing to do for everyone involved. it wasn't an easy decision, and it wasn't made lightly. your dad wasn't a nice person. hell, i wasn't a nice person. i'm still not. i want you to understand that the decision i made was because i loved you, not because i didn't. it's been seven years now. please let me go. yours, Gracey |
Dear...
You were my best friend for years. I never even met you, but I talked to you every day. I could share everything with you and I could laugh with you and you could share anything with me. I don't know what happened to make you suddenly stop talking to me, but I wish I did so I could fix it. You're still on my buddy list. I promised myself I'd try to talk to you again, if you ever signed on. I'm not sure if I'll actually do it - obviously you don't want to talk to me, or else you would've tried to during the last year we haven't been speaking. Not that it's mattered so far, though; you haven't signed in for a week, now. Have you changed your screen name? It's the last connection I have to you. If you have changed it, you're lost to me forever now. It's a bit ironic that, now that I actually want to try and rebuild the bridge that had... well, not exactly "burned" down, but fallen apart from disuse, perhaps... now that I want to do that, you seem to be gone for good. I wonder if I'm going to regret not reaching out again forever? Every time I talk to someone over the internet, I think, "Why can't I connect with this person like I did with [you]?" What was it in that little window of teenage life that allowed me to make a best friend over the Web, that I can't manage to hold a conversation for more than ten minutes with anyone else? On January 9, 2011 I will turn 21. It will also be the eighth anniversary of the day I sent you an email, requesting to join your website. The eighth anniversary of when we "met". I wish I could celebrate it with you, as your friend again. I wish I could, once more, exchange silly "e-gifts" with you. I wish I had in-jokes again. I wish for a lot of things, but most of all I wish I knew what happened that stopped you from being my friend. I'm sorry. |
Dear Nikko,
I can't wait forthe NYE ball to see you again, I haven't seen you guys since the beginning of November. The gift isd all wrapped up and ready to be surprised and happy over. Do you have horns? No you dont, but they're there; do you now why? Because at least I don't have a fat neck. ^ I'm not sure that you get tired of the quote or it gets too old for you but why not. Echo-chan713 |
Dear self,
Why can you give others advice that you yourself cannot follow? You're hopeless. -Self |
To The Arts, How long have we known each other now? Since I was itty bitty. You first took shape as a giant sting ray on the landing of the stairs to my first house's basement. Or was it my first? Did you disguise yourself as a crayola lone, back then? Alas, it's been so long. Not even my surprisingly long memory of life back up in Canada can reach that far back. I do remember the landing, though. Anyhow, thanks for being there for me. You've helped me through some of the darkest days. You were always there for me to vent to when I was enraged, even if I couldn't get the words, or rather pictures, to come out right. Even in my melancholy, when I was crying you caught so many of my tears. You came in many different forms, and still do. Sometimes, you and I dance together, even if I fail miserably at it. You even sing to me and play me songs. You tell me stories and you help me write them. I think the best time we had together was when I attended the Governor's School for the Arts. Remember how depressed I was after I had to leave? I cried for days! But now I look back on those beautiful beautiful days with a smile. Sure, I wish I could relive those magical three weeks forever, but that's never going to happen. I can, however, take the wonderful experience I had and turn it into something even better, like I already am. Can you believe the improvements I've made? And of course, the wonderful friends I made there are still with me. It's like that song that everyone went crazy over (even though I had heard the band before most people had at that time. ; D) You know which one I'm talking about. I'm probably one of the only few who can make legit symbolic connections to it. Anyhow, I better cut this short. You've been the best friend I could ever ask for. Thanks for being so amazing, and don't ever leave me. :] ~*Amber |
Dear diary,
I've NEEDED this day off. Thank the gods they let me have it. I got a lot done and feel much better for it. Plus I have another day off tomorrow. Maybe I'll finally catch up on my sleep. The dolls are looking great but Cassie's lost her arm. It adds character I guess and she doesn't look too upset about it, so never mind. They'll go back up on their stands tonight. Well, that's it I suppose.Thanks. |
Hey Reader, been a while huh?
I won't make excuses for my absence, but I will do what I usually do to you. Talk. I usually start by what happened today, but for now I have this feeling that has been bothering me for so long. What is it? Am I unmotivated or lazy? Somehow I believe I am neither, I have plenty motivation and I know I can work hard. I have done so before without complaint. Sometimes I wish you could talk back; say something no one has told me before. Something I have not thought of and that gleaming hope of realization will change. I know I can do it, yes I am afraid but I know I am not alone. So, dear Reader, what is wrong? I missed you. Very, very much. |
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Dear Diary,
Today happened to be short thanks to finals, but I oddly wish that it were longer. I wanted to spend time with my friends and my teachers before advancing to other classes. Sure, I might be able to visit them later on in the year but that relationship of being buds will cease to exist. For some reason if students move on in life, people in school no longer care about them. That's how it usually is for me. Instead of moping about, I'll go play MapleStory. The semester isn't over yet and there's no guarantee that this semester will turn foul at the start. Yours Truly, Kit |
Dear Mommy,
We've had our bad moments, and I've said some awful things, but you're the only person that has been there for me no matter what. I thank God everyday that I was brought into this world by you, the best mom in the world. It nearly kills me to think about what would happen if I lost you. Even though I feel like I can't tell you things sometimes I know that you will always support and comfort me no matter what. I really do try to make you proud and to make things easier on you, and sometimes I feel like it's never enough. I know I need to step up and take responsibility with some things and I hope you'll keep giving me the support I need to actually do it. I love you mom, more than anything, you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world <3 Love, Lily. Dear Daddy, You may not be my biological father but you're the best daddy a girl could ever ask for. I hate that we don't get to see each other everyday like we used to. These past few months have been extremely scary and I just thank God for looking after you. You've always been my real dad and you always will be. Thank you for believing in me always and telling it to me every chance you can. I love you so much Daddy. Love, Lily. Dear Sister, I hope you know that I really do love you and would just about do anything for you. I hope that someday you'll overcome this unreasonable hate that you have for me, because even though you have other siblings, I'm the only one who has been there for you and been your friend no matter what. I don't agree with many of your views but I'll always try and support your decisions as best I can. I can't tell you this stuff in person because you wouldn't take me seriously and you'd take advantage of it every chance you could. Love, Lily. |
Dear ___,
I'm out here, by myself. All Alone. And regardless of what you say or do, I will STILL blame you. It's your fault I'm depressed, your fault I get suicidal. Would it kill you to be more open minded? Seriously. Because I'm stuck living with you, I have to fake who I am. I feel dead inside... I have NO friends here. Know why? Cause my former friends here were ********. Oh but I can make new friends you say. Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to make friends? I have two friends. Maybe. And they live states away. My only solace are my cats, which you're constantly threatening to kick out of the house. Do you know how that makes me feel? And then there's my stupid freakin schedule. Everything I do has to be according to that schedule. I hate it so much. Oh and having to pay rent? Like I should have to pay you for ANYTHING. After all you've put me through, you should owe ME. /rant. ~Goat |
Dear *******,
I can't believe you walked to the store today, in seven degree weather just to come see me at work. You are ridiculous and adorable. I don't know what I've done to deserve someone as amazing as you in my life. I need to get my shit together and tell you how much you mean to me. I'm just scared. I'm afraid of opening myself up again. I hope you can understand. You're wonderful, but its going to take me a little bit of time. Love, me |
Dear Diary,
Thank you for the mini holiday. I can rest after getting my tattoo and even have time to make my new robe. Now to just clear up my shoulder pain and all will be well. A raise would be nice too :P |
Dear Mommy... I lost you two months ago... But you know, it feels like it's been so much longer than that. When you died, I felt like I died... I lost my best friend that day. I lost my world... And even though I've been strong, and I've been holding on to life. I just don't feel the same without you. There are so many things I miss, and so many memories linger in my mind. But nothing stronger than the horrible way I acted the few days before your passing. I can't forgive myself for being so irate with you. I know it wasn't your fault that you were confused. I know that you weren't fully aware of what was going on. The nurses tried telling me it was because of the low sodium in your body, that it was causing confusion and delirium. But I didn't listen. Instead, I got mad at you for not eating, not drinking, and not relaxing and getting better. I hated you for being sick. I hated you for leaving me. You promised me that you'd never leave me. And I know it wasn't your fault... But you didn't try to stop it. We all begged you to quit smoking. No one more than I. But you smoked anyway. And until you lost your consciousness, you still wanted a cigarette. You couldn't understand that the cancer was killing you. We all hoped and prayed that you'd come through... But you didn't. You left me on November 26th, 2010... And I wish I could go back and fix you, make you all better... But I can't. And now, every day, for the rest of my life, I have to live with knowing that the last time I talked to you, knowing you knew what I was saying, I told you that I would never come visit you again. Why did I say that? Because you kept begging for a cigarette. Because you refused to eat or drink anything. Because you were SICK and I felt there was nothing I could do about it. And there wasn't a damn thing I could have done, but what I should have done was support you and tell you I love you and reassure you that I'd always be there... Mommy I hope you can forgive me fuck I fucking hate myself for acting that way... I miss your laugh, your voice, your scent, your everything. The way you would say good night, the way you whispered your good byes on the phone, the way you greeted me when you picked me up from school, or at home to go do things. I'll never forget anything, not the good, and certainly not the bad... But I do want to feel better. I don't want to be so sad anymore. I'm tired of crying mommy... So I ask you to help me get better. I know you're my guardian angel now, and I know you can help me. Please help me mommy... I love you. I miss you. I always will... I hope I see you again some day... Love, Danielle. R.i.P MoM P.S; I wish I could have typed this without crying... Please help me be stronger mom. And please help dad... He needs it more than me. He misses you so much, and needs your help so bad. Please help us... |
Mod Note: Thread was binned a while back, and since there is no sign of why I assume it was accidental like a few others that went missing a while ago. I have moved it back at the request of the thread owner.
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Dear Lack of Sleep,
Please Go away and let me sleep just once. Also die in a fire. From, Me |
Dear Job,
I need you so bad it's not funny. Oh and even though I have one it's barely a part time, doesn't make the right income. I need a long term steady job. With Loves, Echo-chan713 |
Dear thread,
Sorry I let you die. o.o'' Life just got a little busy with being pregnant, and moving into my own place. But you sure will get more attention, I promise. Muffy |
Dear diary,
My mother has done it again. I tried so much at visiting her, but it just makes it so hard when she just does NOT make the effort to see me and her grandchild. ITs even harder when it feels that she holds my sister higher despite the treatement my sister gave her. I finally have given up, but if mom ever comes down to see us, hell would freeze over. Sincerely Eclipse. |
Dear you,
I'm not sure how to feel about this. Things went completely wrong. Somehow, I knew it would. It was a mistake to ask of you what I did. It was far too early for either of us, I'm sure. As time went on all I could do was think of how it was a stupid choice we had. I will forever love that choice, but not what it has led to today. To the future. I can't blame it all on that I suppose. I went back to my old ways. I knew I would. It was only a matter of time. It's for the best now though, at least I think so. I did fine with separated parents. Actually that's a joke. lol I don't know what will become of our choice, but I hope the best for it, even already. Even for you. If we do have to fight for it, I just hope the outcome is right and will lead to their right future. Even if I don't know what needs to happen or what will happen for it. I hate saying it, so I only think it in all truth, it is best if it is over between us. For the sake of both our sanities. All we will do is fight from here on out. Things weren't done right for it to work. And I say everything happens for a reason. Our past lead us to this present. You did what you did, and I did too. And because of our choices we are now here. And I honestly hate it cause I know, even if you can't face it, that it needs to end. We'll always be brought back together for our child, but sadly, I think that's the only reason we will be speaking to each other after this lease is up. I won't apologize, at least not for what you think I need to. I don't expect any from you. There are things we've held on to and it did eat at us both, I just let it eat me away sooner, I suppose. I hope we survive these last months..hah Sincerely, Your ex. |
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