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I sit by and watch things deteriorate and just get worse and worse. I sit by and shake my head because my words hold no power. I sit by and watch it burn. I have tried to help you fix the problem. I tried to speak up but when I did no one appreciated it. I was taken advantage of then cast aside and it hurt. I walked away and pretended I didn't care. The truth is I do care, I will never stop caring but it feels like you hit mute on me. Any suggestion and item brought to attention, I am ignored. Soon you will see that everything is going to fall and crumble. The support beams are gone and the ones that mattered have been tossed aside. It will catch up to you and you'll realize you were wrong. I can't tell you any of this because you wouldn't see it. You would try to be positive about it which is to be respected but in a situation where all the good is escaping you have left yourself a pile of rubble. All the rationale is gone. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I tried.

Serah

Dear Calc Professor,

Please, please, please think about how much work you're assigning, dammit.

Sincerely,
I've never used coffee as a means to stay awake before this.

Dear work
Please go over smoothly.
I'm still terrified of all the responsibilities dumped on me.
Please don't stomp on me to death :c

dear doctor who i entrust with my life


the hell? you knew i was getting sick again! you mentioned antibiotics, you brought in two other doctors /they/ mentioned antibiotics and yet all you fuckwits said i was fine and now i am coughing up dark clots of infection again and it is a month until my next appointment, motherfuck i don't need pneumonia /again/ took two flippn' years to get over last time and i nearly died from that twice, how hard is it to say 'hey, you might be sick again but we are not sure'?! seriously i am sick of not being ably to eat or sleep and having to piss every twenty minutes and still wetting myself twice a week because my abdominal muscles gave out foreverago because i tend towards racking coughs that pull out more than just clots. /hell/


signed, already knows the drill

I am the manry-est of men!

Diary,

My mom and I don't have the funds for moving :( She is beyond stressed and so am I. Today I really need to start putting boxes into the living room to make room for more packing. The last thing I want right now is to wind up in another homeless shelter. She's 40+ years old and should be able to take care of herself. But nope, I'm still here. My plan is going to work out. The least she could do is support it and not try to stomp me down because she was unsuccessful at my age. PLEASE no homeless shelters.

Miranda.

Dear work,

I understand that the job is important I need it to be done. I work to the best of my ability to get it done too. However, giving me a bunch of stuff to do AFTER everything else and wanting me to do it... Well, I don't get paid enough to work as if I'm salary. I'm not, I'm hourly, so if I go over one day I will go under another, unless you approve that overtime.

-Serra

Dear life,

Once again you disappoint me. Something so simple as having a good birthday is to hard for you to handle. Why am I doomed to feel left out and alone even while in a room full of people? Am I meant to be singled out and made fun of even when I am not present? Knowing I do not matter to those who I should hurts me more then anything in this world could. I would rather take a hot knife to the chest then feel the pain I had today. I can only hope for the future for today is not the past. All I hope for is a brighter horizon then the storm filled sky I see now.

Signed a girl in pain.

Diary,

I'm so stressed right now I feel like crying. Now where do I go. I don't have shit.

Miranda.

Dear self.

Why are you such a selfish piece of shit? You had to go and destroy your own boyfriend's dreams. You don't deserve anything. Lazy, selfish, abusive black hole of shit.
Probably should end it now before you make his life even worse.
Tell him that when you see him next. The end of this for him could give him such a brighter future.
Well, I told him, and he didn't answer, so I guess that means we're no longer together. This'll be good for him.

Sincerely, self.

Dear Life,
Fuck you. So much. I hate myself already as it is.
Why can't you just let things go nicely..even just for a little bit without reminding me how much of a failure I am.
Fuck everything. I give up. I'm just going to go curl up under my blankets and just never give a shit anymore.
Why do I even fucking care? Why do I even try?
Nothing I do seems to go right anyways.
How the hell do I have friends with my shitty personality?
I..I..just don't know anymore.

Dear Diary

I saw a picture today against animal abuse. I know that those who abuse animals don't stop at animals, but, to know that those people do not see a cat or a dog as a life. . .

It's hard to wrap my brain around and to know that some claim they don't have feelings or experience pain, just to justify their abuse is madness. Humans just seem to have all these excuses why it is ok to hurt another living thing. To hurt a loyal dog or a cat who only wanted to purr to it's owner. Those who blame the dog for not magically being trained by itself. . . .If we just regarded an animal as a living being, with feelings, we might have less dead pets that my group finds or wandering around the highway from being abandoned.

If it is against a human, that is jail time, but an animal, noone seems to care. . . . . .

(sorry, this was long and it always depresses me)

Diary,

I got all makeupped and haired before going to sleep (right after this post) so I can be ready when Coltin gets here! Stayed up through the night packing and I am almost done! Nighty night :)

Miranda

dear murphy,

get fucked in the ear. i knew you would pull this shit and congrats tyou did as you usually do. but i guess it is my fault for believing people can be good and honest and decent, maybe it is my fault then. you are just an unofficial law afterall

Dear Stupid ass bitch cousin,

Can you like, get off of facebook and start reading books and THEN get back when you have better spelling and grammar?
Oh and also, start familiarizing MS Office and do a better job in college and stop being a social climber when you know that you literally fucking live in the SLUMS.


-sincerely yours,
A cousin that grew up 10 years ahead of your mom in maturity.

Dear everything that is anything,

I am sick and tired of treating people good and loving when all I get in return is shat on. I am sick of thinking that there is a friend there one moment then turning around and having them gone. Am I really that horrible of a person that this happens more often then not? Am I doomed to constantly meet nothing but shitty people? It seems to me that I am...even the ones that I give a second chance hoping that they changed are nothing more then a spoiled child. So fuck you world, people, fake friends....all of it. I am so done.

Signed....
A girl who thought people could change.