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I don't see you like I used to. It's been a long time since then. Four strokes ago, if we're being blunt about it. You're waltzing over to your deathbed, and all I can think about is how I didn't realize how much I can't stand you sooner. I bet you didn't expect your kid to turn into this, did you? Well, this is what happens when you're so damn hypocritical around them. They were always supposed to be so smart, smarter than you, smarter than anyone in your entire family. But what did you do? What you've always done. You're the one that's always right. Of course. And they're supposed to be so mature, so wise, why wouldn't you let a child like that make choices about where their life will be headed! You wouldn't when they're only eight god damn years old, just went through surgery, and is still learning how this 'friendship' thing works because, guess what? They've been made fun of for the last three years they've been in school. How on earth could letting a child like that make a major life choice backfire? And now, now that it DID, you certainly don't trust them with anything else in their lives, do you? Oh no, you try to make the choices for them, without so much as a word of warning.

Daddy issues are a little cliche in this day and age, aren't they?

I wish I could tell you about the murder. Honestly, I do. And I wish I could tell you about the rape. It was only three years ago, you know. I was seventeen. I'd only just dropped out of school. Do you understand why I dropped in the first place? I wish that I could talk to you about everything. You make me feel like I can't. I hope the day will come when I really can, because I want you, both of you, to know everything... but let's face it. I can hear the way you cough, every day, until you get sick. I'm awake at those times, don't you remember? Have you started to see blood yet? You're a stubborn fool, you should have seen the doctor ages ago, money be damned. As if the issues you've already had weren't enough. You'd think that if you're so worried about what will happen to us, you'd at least try to take better care of yourself.

I've only hated one person in my entire life. Not the killers. Not the rapist. Not even you. But believe me when I tell you, if I wasn't already aware of how much I would regret it for setting those words in stone in my own head, I would hate you, too. As it is, I'm still trying by damnedest just not to be afraid of you anymore. I'll be praying for you, and everyone else in this household. I hope something changes before one of us is gone, because there will be no looking back.

~Gal

Dear, that guy over the phone.

Do not tell me to go to hell because you cannot take care of your loans and to pay your interests on time. It's not my fault that one of your items is on the shelf of our store. And then after telling me to go to hell you hang up on me. At least I don't need to get any loans cause, I know that I get a paycheck biweekly so I don't need to worry about borrowing money then pay interests on that loan. And not only I get paychecks bi weekly but I also get commissioned to add a little extra into the bank.

I don't want to do business with you until I want an apology from you for the way you got angry at me and then telling me to go to hell.

Well sincerely if I'm going to hell then I hope I see you there too :)

Your pawnbroker Kaitlin.

I needed that out of my system before I pimp smack a b**ch

I really need to figure out priorities. If it hurts so DAMN much if someone I love might be intimate with someone else, why am I not trying to be with her? Is it because we probably can't be together in person? Is it because there's someone nearby you love a lot too? You have to STOP and pick, then accept what comes of it.

Dear humanity (is that too broad? lol sorry),

Oh, are you actually reading? Since when did you have a heart to give a damn about what a person had to say? Are you regretting that you laid your eyes on this specific post? You better because now I get to bash on you with no cares in the world.

Who are you to think you're all that and a bag of chips? How pathetic! You and I are the same and no matter how much you deny it, you're just as weak as any other person. U mad bro? DEAL WITH IT. Because no matter how much you whine and complain, it won't matter in the end. Who will remember what you said? No one because no one will ever care! Eventually, you will forget my words as well. You're probably asking yourself, "So why bother telling me about all this when I will one day not care about it?"

A person's mind is effected by one single moment and numerous thinking mentalities can be turned around just by one phrase... one word... it doesn't matter what the word or phrase may be because as long as it changes someone... my work here is done.

Do you have a new outlook on me? I bet you do... and I bet you won't care after while because you will forget about all this... you selfish piece of shet.

Your friend,
Xun, The Judged

Dear Self,
What's wrong with you? Why do you always seem to push people away? You get close and then you just let them go whenever they please. You welcome them back with open arms as if nothing ever happened. As if they don't have the power to bring you down and smash you to the ground all over again. Every time you make a friend something happens and they leave you. They forget all about you until its convenient for them to remember. Until they want something from you. You know that's why they come back. You understand that you'll just be hurt. Again. Why don't you stand up for yourself? Why do you allow yourself to get hurt over and over and over? I don't understand and you're me! What is so wrong with us that no one ever stays? Will he even stay? So far he's the only constant in your life and yet...You'll always worry. Always wonder if you're good enough and put yourself down. Everyone tells you how gorgeous you are. You never believe. Everyone tells you that you're a great singer. You never believe. Maybe people always leave because you can't take a compliment? Maybe you just hate yourself and they can't love you if you don't love you. Why is it all so confusing?

Dear self;

Why are you so frustrated? Why can't you be happy with the way things are going? Ultimately, you got what you wanted... Maybe not EXACTLY what you wanted, but he's gone now. Why can't you just let go? Why do you still want to hold onto him? I understand that you still love him, and I understand that maybe you always will. But he's bad for you. He's not worth your time. Move on. I know things will be hard financially, and I know your heart is broken... But remember that you're better then that. And please... Don't do anything stupid. He's not worth it.

Sincerely, your rational mind.

((Rated [M] and possibly more. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. OmO))

Dear roleplaying bitch on another website,

Are you seriously fucking complaining about no one posting for 2 days? 2 DAYS? Fuck you, bitch. I've had to wait for 5 days-- 5 DAYS for me to post something up for my character and here you thought you had the balls to come into the OOC chat and say that the rp is dead because no one posted for 2 DAYS STRAIGHT.

What that makes me? Oh, that doesn't make me anything in your book, I bet? You have something against me, don't you? Just because you haven't gotten any posts? I bet the thread master is tired of your FUCKING complaints about wanting POSTS from them! No wonder the rp is dying out-- it's because of you, ya little piece of shit!

Now gtfo of the roleplay like a good little fucktard and never come back in my face! >:I

Dear life,

Why are you so hard lately? What happened to all those years in which I just did what came naturally, worked hard, and got wherever I needed to go? Why is it that with no experience I found I job in one try, yet now that I have some university under my belt and over three successful jobs behind me that I have not been able to find a job for over seven months? Why is school so tortuous? Why can't my boyfriend be happy with how I handle things? Why why why this and that. I just want to write and be married to him, happily. That's it. I'm not asking for riches or fame or anything. Just content and a book. That's it.
Please, I'm begging you... work WITH me instead of against me. You don't even have to be easy.

Love,
Cecily

Dear whoever you may be.


I don't care really. Stop bouncing around me, you energy is too much for me. Also, stop trying to start a conversation with me. I hate your guts and opinions.

I have a reason why I'm a snob to other people, why I act like a total Squidward towards others. And believe me, you don't wanna know my reason.

Dear self,

You need to stop procrastinating. You need to clean your room. You need to just go to the DMV and take the written test for a driving permit. You need to set deadlines and reach them. You need to figure out what you really want. Stop living in the future and live in the now. Right here. The future won't happen unless you get your ass in gear right now.

Sincerely,

the tugging at the back of your mind.

Dear Fellow Students;

I can hear you, you know. I'm not deaf. I heard all the little comments about me, the fat chick with the large pizza box in her hands. The girl who really doesn't need to eat that pizza, who's already the size of a house. I could hear your snickers, even as I walked away. Heard you chittering with one another.

What if I told you this pizza was all I got to eat today? Unlike you, Mommy and Daddy aren't paying my way through college. Not everything is handed to me. This pizza is my breakfast, lunch, and later dinner. If you knew that, would you still laugh at me?

Not that I care, really. It just gets annoying...I shouldn't have to explain why I'm eating. Cause, you know, we all do it.

Dear diary
I am so tired of how selfish my family is. They are all a bunch of liars and manipulators. Why cant they tell the truth for once. Why cant I defend myself properly. Its not the end of the world to tell the truth. They all use me. Stefan and Christian are the worse.
I'm fighting but I'm not strong enough. They always beat me down.
-asami

Dear Arri,

Trying to change people isn't going to help anyone, unless you first change yourself. You have many bad habits, just as they do, only some of them actually have medical reasons for it. You're not superman - you can't save the day with a baby in one arm, and a breadtruck in the other. As much as it might seem like you can't do anything at all, as much as you might understand what people are doing to themselves and the eventual consequences [damn you medical books] - there are just some things you can't do. Can't do. Not won't do. You always seem to get that confused.
These people know you want to help them. They know they should be listening to you. But there isn't anything you can do - and you know it, they know it. Stop making people feel bad. It makes you a nasty person.

And we don't want to be a nasty person, do we?

- Yourself.

To the Boy Who Randomly Bought Me Lunch....Again;

I want to thank you, but you never slow down so I can. Why is that? You keep patting me on the head and calling me sweetie....you're really nice. I'd like to actually meet you, but you keep dashing off. Why is that?

....anyway, I want to say thank you. And not just for the food, but for being genuinely nice to me. It's a nice change of pace, and you really did make my day today. So again....thank you. And if I see you again, I plan to properly thank you. If not....well, I hope karma does something really nice for you. You deserve it, you awesome person you.

- Rinni

Dear ____,

Look, I understand that you're inquisitive by nature and overly protective of your friends, but honestly, I shouldn't have to tell you where I'm going and what I'm doing every minute of every day off I have.
I'm not going to be in town on one of my days off. That's all you need to know. Why should I have to tell you where I'm going and why I'm going there?
And while we're at it...when I'm in a relationship, no matter what kind or how long it lasts, you DO NOT need private information about anything that happens between the other person and myself. So while I understand your side, you really just need to back the fuck off. It's my life and I really don't need you to play "grand inquisitioner" here. Got it?
You are not my parent, you cannot ground me when I do something you don't like or approve of, so either be my friend and respect that, or get out of my life.

-K.Triste

Dear me...

How could you let this happen...You're doomed...You have to fix it ASAP...

Sincerely,
HURRY UP!!!