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Dear dad.

I'm gonna tell you.
And you cannot disown me.
I'm your son, your flesh and blood.
You can't change that with just words.

David.

Dear people that like to reply without knowledge,

Just because you don't know something don't assume I'm in the same boat. I don't make suggestions that I've not done in my own life, or researched long before I'd tell anyone else. Yes, it may sound odd/dangerous/counter-intuitive, but I have most likely already proven it works.

And the next person that even implies I would do something that would hurt an animal...I will kick you right in the kneecap. I've been working with animals longer than most of you have been alive, so just btfo.

Love
A very upset Fey

Dear Jane,
I love you, but you drive me up the wall sometimes
-me

Dear Diary,

Please give me strength to murder customers when they appear with less than 3 brain cells. I don't care if I'm working in a toy shop. I will murder a bitch.

Oh and I love my wife. Lol, only thing that keeps me sane she is.

Love,

JenJen.

Dear Diary,

Please help me to get less frustrated on this costume I'm making. I have already screwed up a ton because I was impatient and foolish. Also I can't frigging figure out this dang spindel thing that is most definitely a falis symbol of doom -.- Along with this I wish that this heat would pass because I hate being soaked with sweat when I work out in my tool shed XP Thanks for letting me get my frustration out journal.

Sincerly,

D*****

dear self,
sometimes you get super sad in regards to a lack of IRL friends and social outings. please for the love of god remember that you will always have world of warcraft.
<3

Dear Journal-thingy-bobby

I had another faint-spell again. Maybe mom's right and i should see the GP . . . but i don't wanna! Really it wasn't as serious as past spells, and it passed after a couple of hours. Ok maybe four or five hours. But still it's not serious right. Right?

Oh well, i'm still not going to the GP.

'Raven x

Dear Diary,
I'm 100% confused now. I thought I knew how I felt... but not anymore. Help, please?

With love,
Holly

Dear Diary,
I have to keep my engagement a secret from my family. They think I am too young...that I do not know what I am doing. But I do know what I am doing. Also I know you will listen to my rant diary.
Wow so now I know how my sister in law views me. What a total bitch. I ain't gonna believe what she say anymore.
You thought that my skin was your brothers fault?! I heard you yelling at him for my problem.
Sorry that i have psoriasis but it ain't his fault.
But thats not what really pisses me off. What pisses me off is that yoou just walked up to him and pretty much asked him whether or not he was gonna fuck me. We are still teenagers. We even talked about that. We are not gonna have any kids now. So shut up.

Dear Sister,

I've known you for 15 years now- and it seems that our relationship has grown backwards. Usually- a relationship grows in a positive way, you learn more about one another become closer in most cases. I've never felt more distant to anyone in my life. I mean- sure it could be because Mom and Dad have always had their eyes on you, because you're more maintenance than I am, you require more attention because you're in university now, on a scholarship for baseball. It could be the radiating neglect I've gotten from them that makes me loath you. But I know that them focusing on you isn't your choice- you've told me. You wish they'd leave you alone.

But no.. That's not really why I hate you.. Why I can barley stand to sit in the same room as you, and when we talk I have to hold my breath, because I know you're wrong.. You're always wrong..

It started last summer, when I REALLY started to wish you away, to university. When you sat in the car, you, Mum, and I. You were talking about how this guy wanted to date you, and you told Mum that "When I leave for school I only want ties to you, and my friends, not even Maddy." I mean- I had my headphones on, you didn't know I could hear you. But NEVER does it EVER make it okay for you to basically do away with me as if I don't count.

I think it kills me, I mean what kills me the most is when you're down and Mum and Dad are on your back.. I'm ALWAYS the one talking to them, convincing them to lay off, because of anything I can think of. Usually it's true. I tell them what you're thinking- things you don't even realize you think about, things they never knew anyone could think. Yet- All I get from you is a "get lost." I realize, that's how the typical relationship works for siblings.. But couldn't you be more original for a change? No one made you the awful, inconsiderate person you are. You did it to yourself...

But that's not even half of what is awful, I mean even today, in the car, we were driving in a neighborhood which was for lack of better words "Ghetto" or as you said "sketchy" and you turned around and EVERY SINGLE GOD DAMN PERSON, we came by that didn't look like they were up to your standards, or maybe seemed like they were up to know good, you said they were on my team. Yeah- you and Mum thought it was funny, but it wasn't. I mean if that's how you see me, fine, screw you too... Because the way I see you, is no better than the way you judge strangers on the street. The only difference is, is that I know you. I know it's true, what I think of you. But YOU know nothing about them.

I don't know how you got so far in life- socially... I mean you're cold, disrespectful, and inconsiderate. When it comes down to it at the end of the day- I feel sorry for you. Because I may be over emotional, and sensitive.

But at least I know what's right and what's wrong.. At least I'll make real friends, not just people to pass the time with. Hell.. I only wish you luck.. Because you'll get what you deserve, and by then, I'll be so sick of being the better person. That you wont get a helping hand from me.

Love- Your little sister.

Dear Diary,
My parents for the past few years have been talking about getting a divorce. They have been on and off about it so I was starting to think nothing of it. Well recently my mom went through my dads cell phone to look at texts and they were of a friend of his from work asking where he was. It was his boss. I know this because I have met her. I remember that day because my dad was late. But my mom is now accusing him of cheating.
So they are most likely getting a divorce and I guess my question is....
"What am I supposed to do?" I have a sister my cousins. My grandmother is probably going to take my mom's side without any evidence. I just don't know. I love both of my parents very much......

Dear diary,
Yet again I see my self writing here. But what am I gonna do. I need to vent.
Today my uncle pretty much says he prefers me and my sister to be...I guess..less than him?
I don't know how to explain it.
He wants him to be first. Not our needs. So he is putting up a woe is me adittude.
I can't have a normal conversation without it becoming an argument because I said something wrong. I don't know what to do. I guess I will hope for the best but expect the worse.

Dear diary,
Yet again I find myself here again. My rant is pretty much about my uncle again. We were going to go out as a family tomorrow. I know things come up but we don't get to spend time with out dad. And he was going with also. I was looking forward to spending time with him.
But my nana talks to him and he goes on a woe is me rant. Now we are not going.
Diary I want to move out of here as fast as I can.

Dear sleep.
Stop fucking with me.
It's 3am and I have work tomorrow.
- David.

Dear diary,
Well I have finally got to see my father. Its good. :)
Though my uncle did more woe is me rants. He also told me to pretty much hate my mom because she is divorcing my dad. I don't hate any. Why would I hate her for that? Just because you were the one who chose shitty women doesn't mean that you need to show your ass.