Unsent Letters

Sarcastic_R_Us — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:09:54 -0500

We had this thread last year so I wanted to post it again. It's a nice stress reliever. :) I don't have a letter to write at the moment, but I'm sure I'll be back. >___

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writer_mercia — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:14:32 -0500

Dear Local Internet Provider, Honestly. The problem with our internet is NOT on our end--we reset everything a bazillion times, and it still doesn't work. It would be nice if we could keep up on our schoolwork without calling a technician every three hours. We'd like it if you came out and fixed it. No thanks to you, A Very Aggravated Customer

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ArborlonElf — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:33:13 -0500

Dear head, Please don't wake me up at 2:00 in the afternoon EVER AGAIN. While I like sleeping in, I do have things that need to get done. Annoyed, Michael

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RavenGirl — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:38:57 -0500

Dear Mum, Yes I listen to music and yes I will sometimes put make up. I'm a teenager for crying out loud- I will do stuff like that. A small bit of mascara on does not classify as sluttish. You should see the people in my school who walk around caked in the stuff. I honestly don't care that I can't iron or wash the clothes even though I'm 15 because I will pick it up in time. That doesn't mean you should nag and compare me to others- it doesn't help my self confidence. Also, whilst we're on the topic of nagging do you think you could stop telling me that I should be a doctor. I want to be a journalist- not a doctor. It's my life, not yours so stop trying to sway me. You're constantly interfering with my life now, but where were you when I needed you? When I hit puberty, I had no idea what was going on and you didn't explain and when I got sexually assaulted by your uncle you did not help, even though you heard me screaming from nightmares. Then when I asked if I could go see a doctor because of my nightmares you plainly said and I quote "what can a doctor do? Tell me, how can they help you?" They can blooming help a lot! I was thirteen mother and I got molested by your uncle. Do you not understand how that can mess someone's life up? Granted, I moved on from it but two years later and I still can't have a family member that is male hugging me without freezing up. Do you know what it's like to feel helpless and afraid, with no one to talk to? I don't think you do. I saw your face when my auntie told you I got sexually assaulted by your uncle and it was disgust, but it wasn't disgust at him oh no it was disgust at me. Like I was supposed to prophesy that that would happen. Yes I was naive, stupid and foolish but my brain shut down. I couldn't help it. It wasn't my fault. You may clothe me, and feed me, and give me shelter and money but you don't do anything else that a mother should do. I grew up independently on my own two feet. I suffer from illnesses and yes you take me to hospital, but you complain about it all the time and think I enjoy being in the hospital. Newsflash: I don't. I was premature and I was in the hospital day in day out until I was seven years old, and maybe you gave me love then but all I can remember is your irritated face when I asked you to stay with me in the hospital when I was five years old. Five years old. I remember you shouting at me, hitting me, but never playing with me. Fifteen years and you are still a stranger to me. I can go to other people but I can never go to you. Just stop with the nagging, because after the way you've treated me you have no blooming right. The person who is actually your daughter, Sonia

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starlitnight — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:49:06 -0500

Dear Self, 1 a.m. is not a good time to be shooting plot ideas at me. I am usually trying to sleep. 6 a.m. is also not a good time to wake me up. I enjoy my sleep, thank you very much. Functioning on five hours of sleep is not what I do best. Me

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Beautiful Illusion — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 15:00:14 -0500

Dear Mom, Start taking your pills. Vicky.

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dolphinherovamp5 — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 16:57:04 -0500

Dear plot, Could you just make yourself so I can write you out in November? -Ashley

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Lectin Gaezat — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 17:31:51 -0500

Dear Physics. I hate you. I hope I do well enough in 4 hours time to never need to touch you again. I hate you that much. And I didn't go and look at the model answers. I don't care either. Lec ----- Dear Self, I hope you aren't feeling regret right now. It's too late for it now. Love, Lec

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GallifreyGirl — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 17:59:41 -0500

Dear Evil Classmates, I'm sorry. There, that should make up for what I did. What was it, again? I had a private conversation with my friend while we were all of us goofing off. Well, I must just be a freak with a vendetta against y'all. Duh. And how could you possibly know I said you were stupid? Look, I didn't mean anything by it. Everyone's stupid sometimes. I learned this stuff last year, and occasionally I get frustrated when I'm not challenged. But there's a bigger problem than that. You took my notebook, you put brackets around certain paragraphs that mentioned you, and then you gave it back to me without even apologizing. If you had owned up I might have been able to forgive you. But you didn't. There was some really private stuff in there. Stuff I didn't even tell my One Real Friend. Sure, there was some stuff about you guys, but what you did was just malicious. You've destroyed any trust I had in you people. I don't think I can forgive that. I'm going to passive-aggressively guilt trip you so hard you'll think you're on acid. (Or more likely not, because I am a shy girl who can barely work up the courage to talk to you people.) Love, Me –––––– Dear Internet Connection, *rages* Hugs and Kisses.

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andifadoubledeckerbus — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:09:16 -0500

hey, you i'm a complete idiot. and it's hilarious because i thought you were the idiot all those years when it's really me. i'm sorry. but maybe you should feel sorry for making me feel sorry. maybe you should feel sorry for existing. maybe i should. maybe i should be drunk right now. i thought i stopped writing letters to you. i'm sorry for that too. whoops. love, me

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 22:21:06 -0500

Dear D, Wow, I'm so glad we had that interesting conversation. Writing is beautiful, and I'm glad I got to share that with you. I can't wait to meet you in real life, dude, we have to meet! I'm so happy for you and your gf. I know sometimes it might sound like I like you. I don't, I just talk that way, without meaning too. You inspire me. With much love, Elizabeth.

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Willow. — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:23:25 -0500

Love, Have confidence in the fact I'm not going anywhere and in yourself. You have to stop beating yourself up over everything. I'm here to help but you have to understand I can't always be by your side. You know everything you say about yourself is a lie so quit saying it. You're strong, you just have to start believing in yourself. PS: please don't have a mental breakdown when I'm behind in word count in November...I know you can't help it but it would be nice to avoid that occurance. Love always, Lil

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Lectin Gaezat — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:25:58 -0500

Dear G, I just want to say you've made my nights brighter, and more bearable. You've been a great boon to me when I've been studying and your conversations make my nights when you are feeling chatty. I wish I could tell you how I actually felt, and I really hope you feel the same way, but I'm just happy that we're friends and I just don't want to ruin this. Love, Lec

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AkitaFallow — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 00:42:45 -0500

Dear French horn, Go practice yourself. I'm plotting, procrastinating, and writing piano music. Earn the studio grades for yourself for now. I will love your shiny silver self in December, and not a moment sooner! Love, Music major wanting to do NaNo again

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Misheard_Whisper — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:00:27 -0500

Dear Brain, Seriously, go die in a fire, you troll. It's the holidays, and I do not want to be woken up at 6:30 am like it's a school day. It doesn't put me in a good mood for plotting or studying. Sincerely, Body.

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dragonKhorse — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:42:26 -0500

Misheard_Whisper,

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EnigmaCalaway — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 04:30:51 -0500

Dear High School, These projects are killing me. Give me something that's due tomorrow, not due in two weeks, so that I don't have time to procrastinate. I'm serious. Not being sarcastic. ~Enigma

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werekitty — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 08:32:53 -0500

Dear self, How long do you think you can keep doing this? Facades don't last forever, and you don't have the skills to convince EVERYONE that everything's okay all the time. And you're killing yourself by not sleeping, eating, living, etc. Do you really think you can keep doing this? running out of time, kitty Dear AP Bio teacher, I understand that you'd like to kill me for not understanding certain topics. I apologize. But perhaps, you realize, it would actually be worse punishment to keep me alive and let me survive your class for the whole year. --your student Dear Mom and Dad, Please, please please, don't make me sit down and talk about my grades with you. I know I'm a little shaky right now, but just let me get it figured out! I don't need help from you guys, I need you to get off my back and let me work! Gahh...geez. You guys get more and more annoying every day. Just leave me alone! By the time I get home from school I really don't have the energy or desire to answer questions like "how was your day?" and "did you have fun?" It's hard enough to fake it when you guys keep asking questions. I'll get this all figured out on my own, I promise. Just give me some space and some time. --your daughter Dear M, I'm sorry, but, you brought all this on yourself. I'm sick of putting up with you and your stupid drama all the time, when you don't even listen when I'm screaming for help. You're good, and you're nice, but you're also stupid and young and you have a lot of growing up to do. Get real. This isn't a Taylor Swift song, this is life, and you can't expect every boy you fall in love with to be the "one". --kitty P.S. Oh, and about homecoming...i'm sorry you didn't get to go. I really am. But the fact of the matter is that you COULD have gone, if you really wanted to. So quit whining about it. The only reason you even care so much is because you just want to be popular, isn't it? Because you want to show off to all your "friends" that you're old enough and "big" enough to go to a high school dance? Yeah. That's what I thought. Thanks for nothing. Dear guy-who-pretended-to-be-my-boyfriend-for-a-day, Bwuahahahahahahahahahaha. Thank you. That whole thing really made my week better. And you're so nice! How come you can be so nice when you do so many bad things??? It's confusing me. But I guess there's good in everyone. Thanks for helping me see that. --kitty P.S. stop asking for help on homework so much! :P Dear K, I am so, so, so sorry. I guess you don't know that i'm traumatized to hear about this, too. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, but I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I always will be. You're one of my closest girl friends and even though this is going to be a really tough few months for you, I support you 110% on whatever you decide to do. Please don't ever feel like you're not worth it. You are beautiful and smart and you still have your whole life ahead of you. Lots and lots of love, kitty Dear G, Thanks for ignoring me everytime you see me in the hallway. It's not like we grew up together or anything. --kitty P.S. Get better soon! You have no idea how much I worry about you sometimes. Dear D, Why, why, WHY???!???!??!?? Ugh...as if my life wasn't complicated enough, you HAD to go and make me fall for you. Again. Why do you have to be so amazing when I know that our relationship would never ever work out in a million years? What do you think of me as, anyways? Actually, don't answer that question. I don't really want to know. Anyways, thanks for being the one person I can count on, the one person I can talk to about all my problems. You actually get it, unlike most everyone else I know. You're an amazing guy and some girl is gonna be really lucky to have you someday. Too bad it won't be me. :( --kitty P.S. I love you.

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Ellie-Louise — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 10:27:38 -0500

My dearest T, We're further apart than ever and yet I still think about you all of the time. A part of me will always love you. Even though you were never mine, there's still a bit of me that never stops wishing that one day you might be. You always seem to find your way back to me and I'm wishing on every star that you do, soon, because I miss you more than you could ever know. All my love, always. Ellz. Dear H, I fell. I fell so hard. Yet now, I'm now, I'm not so sure. Yes things were fun and flirty and I really enjoyed it all. It made me come alive but the fact that you could never commit just played on my mind. Then there's the drink. You're a completely different person when you've had booze and I can't handle it. You drink so often it scares me and now I'm finding it hard to talk to you at all. I'm sorry I'm not stronger, Me.

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qwertz — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 10:52:07 -0500

Dear Self, Ok. Breathe. Walk: left, right, left, right. Relax. Do not frown or glare. Chin up. Unclench fists. Can you smile? No? Ok; just don't cry. Tears are evil. Crying will make it worse. Breathe: in, out, in, out. Regulate the anger. Someone said hello: reply. Good. You held a conversation. Keep watching out for people. There are some you want to avoid. Now, recite: "I am not crap. You are wrong, music teacher: I am not useless, incompetent, dumb. I am a good person. The fact that I currently am unable to complete the work to your satisfaction does not mean I am not clever. My work is right; I will not change it. "Consider briefly how it is for me, teacher: My parents have separated. My father and his girlfriend spend the whole time I am there making innuendos that I could really do without hearing. My mother is not my mother. She is merely a person who provides for my physical needs. "I finally have an ounce of respect from a few people in school. I worked a long time for that, and I cannot let the façade drop now. I cannot be seen to need help or get something wrong. "I am still working through the aftermath of being abused half my lifetime ago. I have to act naturally around my brother whenever I see him, never knowing if he remembers, if he is sorry for what he did. "Every second I live I am at risk of failing. I am at risk of screaming, of crying, of throwing something, of running away. Of showing signs of anger, be they as small as a clenched fist. Of not smiling at a person; why did I ever make that habit, for it makes things harder now. How was I ever in the position to make it, either? I am at risk of letting through a tear, a tremor in my voice, a single sentance that reveals my feelings of myself. "I consider myself worthless. I can never be good enough. I never know what to say or do; I am incompetent. I am stupid, stupid, stupid. I can never be the best, the first, the fastest. I am just an actor with no true person. It is surely better never to be born than to live like this. I am empty. There is no purpose to my existance. "I want to cut myself: physical pain is easier. Perhaps I would be noticed– No. Do not kid yourself, Elizabeth. There are none who care about you. "Can you see, teacher? Can you see what you brought to the surface? I had become so good at repressing it. You cannot know the pain it causes to hear from someone else's mouth the thoughts that plague yourself, that you hoped were a lie. "Maybe it would be better if I just ended it all." Keep watching out for people. There are some you want to avoid. Someone said hello: reply. Good. You held a conversation. Regulate the anger. Breathe: in, out, in, out. Can you smile? No? Ok; just don't cry. Tears are evil. Crying will make it worse. Relax. Do not frown or glare. Chin up. Unclench fists. Walk: left, right, left, right. Breathe. Ok. ~Self.

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RavenGirl — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 11:37:06 -0500

Dear qwertz Hang in there. There is talent inside everyone and I have been through quite a bit of trauma myself, so I am not saying it as though I have been oblivious. I have seen a friend die in front of my eyes and I have been sexually assaulted by a family member so I know that it may hurt, and it may be hard now, but there will come a day when you will once again be happy and then it will feel as though everything is reborn. You are not worthless Elizabeth, you are unique and amazing. You have gone through so much bull in your life and yet you are still this strong. I know I am just a stranger on the internet, but I care about you and I don't want you to be gone. You cannot die if you have not truly lived. Listen: you may be in a deep abyss now, feeling as though no one cares about you, but there is always going to be at least one person that does. Whether they show it or not, they care about you and you will constantly be running through people's mind. Don't doubt yourself. Keep on being strong- I hope it all works out for the best -Sonia

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coley — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 11:57:35 -0500

Dear NHS, When a person tries to kill themselves you do not tell them to stop being immature and grow up and send them on their merry way. An appointment with a psychiatrist every six months is not going to help me, is it now? Neither is pretending that I don't have depression. Also, see that medication you gave me for my anemia, yea look at the side effects. Thanks for nothing. Nicole

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muffinsplanned — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 12:24:30 -0500

Dear current owner of my furure apartment I've been trying to contact you for 4 days. I've sent you text messages, called you, and sent you e-mails. I've done everything short of banging on your door. I would have liked to see the apartment before I said yes to it, but since you are ignoring me in all ways possible I accepted it anyway. If it looks like a pigsty I will be calling the landlord and you will pay a loooot for the cleaning of that apartment No thanks, Rebecca Ps *curse words*

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jaythepanda — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 12:29:00 -0500

Dear Trig, Stop trying to ruin my average. It's not very nice of you. Sincerely, Jay

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RedxLuna — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 13:14:15 -0500

Dear Silk Roads Teacher, I try my best to do well in your class yet you still give me a grade that could possibly destory my GPA. And it's all over Issue Cards and an accidental screw up on a map project. You serious, right now? -Tessa

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Cherri — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 13:32:18 -0500

Dear people I've met at University, Thank you for being generally awesome, and either being friendly with me or ignoring me. None of you have been cruel, and although I feel like I shouldn't have to be greatful of that, I really am. You've made moving away from home and starting out here so easy. With many thanks, Cherri~ Dear University Lecturers, Thank you for being great and filling my brain with new knowledge. It makes me so incrediably happy to be learning again, I've missed it. Cherri~ Dear NaNoers, Thanks for being epic. It's nearly November, and I know we can do it. Get your plotting [or pantsing] hats on, and let's go! Cherri~ Dear Self and Life, Everything's going well right now, despite the huge overhall in everything since moving away from home a few weeks back. Let's try not to screw it up this time, shall we? Cherri~ Dear Mum and Dad, I'm coming home for a couple of days tomorrow, and I can't wait to see you both. If I can work up the guts and find the words, I might be coming out to you this weekend. Please don't freak out, I'm still your little girl. Lots of love, Cherri~

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werekitty — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:04:13 -0500

Dear Nicole... THANK YOU. Someone finally said it. How is it that teenagers understand these problems so much better than adults with college degrees ever can? The last thing I want is a bunch of people freaking out because the girl they thought was perfect wants to kill herself. Keep fighting. It will be worth it, and you will thank yourself later for making it. --kitty Dear Lady Gaga, Thanks for being there, and for making music that understands. It took me a while to realize that your music is different, but your music has real meaning and I probably would have died already without it. You keep me going. Thank you, mommy monster<3 love, a little monster :)

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taysosaur — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:26:28 -0500

Dear Best Friend, Stop being so freaking nasty. I know it's in your personality to be ~sassy and sarcastic and snarky and opinionated and that you don't take crap from anyone, but right now you're just being flat-out mean. There was no reason for you to be so rude to my friend that we ran into yesterday just because you still hold a grudge against her from the SIXTH FREAKING GRADE. Apparently you're not mature enough to be at the very least polite to someone for two minutes. We're almost 18 years old. I thought we were beyond that kind of immaturity, but I guess not. It's your own freaking fault your grades might not be good enough to get into the colleges you're applying to, so don't take that out on me. Get a clue and get over yourself because you really need to re-evaluate your attitude. Dear Other Best Friend, You have royally screwed me over with guys since the dawn of time. Stop it. Let me have this one for myself. I am smart enough to realize that you do it because you're insecure and constantly need to have attention on you and you were hurt by your last boyfriend, but just stop. I already have to deal with being compared to you because you're so pretty and smart, etc. and now apparently I have to compete with you over this guy. I have never felt this way about anyone else in my life, so will you PLEASE just let me have this? This one time? Dear Boy of My Dreams, You are moodier than your thirteen year old sister. You are arrogant and cocky and too smart for your own good. You are sensitive and impatient and say all of the wrong things at the wrong time, and sometimes I wonder what it is I see in you. But then I remember when we share mix CDs and talk about books and religion and go get coffee at 11 o'clock at night to talk about guitars and college and when we're driving to football games in your car and when you play me Ben Folds songs on the piano (you're the only person I've ever let play my piano or my guitar) and especially when you smile. I love your blue eyes, even when we get held up in line so random women can tell you how beautiful they are, and I love your goofy laugh when your voice cracks, and I love the cuts on your face from shaving and your patchy goatee and your chicken scratch handwriting. I know I can't control how you feel about me, and I want you to be happy, honestly, but I still wait up until 11:11 so I can wish you'd decide you loved me very soon. Also, I hope things don't end badly because you will have ruined roughly half of my iTunes library. P.S. Please wear plaid and your glasses more often! :D Dear Self, Stop being a push over. Start speaking up for yourself. Do your college applications. Find better friends. Sincerely, Taylor <3

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goblingirl — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:47:41 -0500

Dear Self, Just because you've watched "Night At The Museum" twice and have a map does not mean you know your way around. No, really. So allot extra time for getting lost or you will look like a complete idiot Love, Me

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Beautiful Illusion — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 16:04:27 -0500

Sis, I don't have to bend over backwards for you, and yet for some reason, I still do it, and it still isn't good enough. Nothing is ever good enough for you. Any one of us, me, Mike, mom, dad, we could move Heaven and Earth for you, but it still wouldn't be good enough. Not everything can be exactly as you want it. The world doesn't work that way. Life doesn't work that way. Wake up. Grow up. You're going to make a lot of enemies and not many friends if you keep acting this way. Vicky.

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RedxLuna — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:21:16 -0500

Dear 2,000 word story, Please just let me write you without any hassles. I have one night to finish you in and I would really prefer it to not be into the wee hours. After all, if I finish early than that means that you can have a proper editing/drafting process. -Tessa P.S.: What's your title, luv?

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Arazia — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:28:41 -0500

Dear Doctor, If I tell you that my wrist is constantly hurting, and I've been told that I may have carpal tunnel, please don't bend my wrist back and forth a couple of times, ignore me when I say that it hurts, and send me to physical therapy. No, I don't want it to be a serious injury, but I DO want to know for sure what I have. And I'm pretty sure it's not because of my watch, thank you very much. I'm sick of constant pain, and please, just take me seriously. You're a great doctor, and I really like you, but today I wasn't happy with how you handled that appointment. Sincerely, Emily

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Jupiter. — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 18:33:54 -0500

Dear Me, He's not coming back. Stop waiting. Always, Georgia.

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BlueGonfalon — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:14:13 -0500

Dear Arazia, Believe me, I know your pain. I've been through all that many, many times. I would very much like to help you out, if I could. I'd rather no one went through the torturous six months I went through to get a diagnosis. If you want to PM me, don't hesitate. Love, Blue

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OhHaiItsCassie — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:57:43 -0500

Dear "Best friend", What happened? we used to be inseparable. Now all you care about is fitting in and having a boyfriend. The day I stopped wanting to talk to you was the day you took him from me. I was finally feeling good about myself then you went and took that all away. He was the guy I always dreamed about and you knew that. What happened to you? - Cassie Dear Ab, You are truly the best person I have ever met. You always know what to say. I miss you more than you know, and you are the best friend every one wishes for. -Cass Dear Ky, Gosh you are so blind. I have liked you since 6th grade and you just don't see it. -Cassie Dear Jake, Thanks for nothing. -cassie Dear self, Aren't you tired of hiding everything? it's time to believe in your self and stop being so self conscious. -me

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Lady_Warrior — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 20:07:29 -0500

Dear Mac 'n' cheese. I didn't follow the instructions but you turned out medium-well, though it's been half an hour and I still have half of you left. Kinda love, Lady.

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AkitaFallow — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 21:17:02 -0500

Dear Self, Going to bed at 2 a.m. is not conducive to not getting sick and still doing well in classes. Please learn to go to sleep sooner and not procrastinate on that and everything else. Staying up late is for November. Sincerely, Self

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SillyWriterGirl — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 21:21:45 -0500

Dear M, I hate you. I love you. I hate you because I love you. I wish you would stop being a jerk. I wish you wouldn't just ditch your friends for the latest girl. I hate that I was once that latest girl. I should have pulled my leg away from you when you sat down next to me today. But she was watching, and I wanted to show her I wasn't afraid to have my leg touching yours. I did it for her benefit, not yours. I miss dancing with you. So much. We used to be so close, practically one person. I miss long facebook conversations late into the night. I hate that you were able to get so much of my inner thoughts out of me. I should have never opened up to you. I wonder where we'd be right now, had I never told you I liked you. I wonder where we'd be if I was never head over heals for you. But all that happened, and at the end of the day, I'm angry at you.

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RedxLuna — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 12:52:40 -0500

Dear Weather, Why you so gloom today? It does mean that I get to wear my wellies, though. Does that mean I should be thanking you, though? -Tessa Dear Writing Inspiration, Please, please, stick around so that I can finish writing what everyone has been waiting to read! Thank you, Your Creator/Vessel

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RavenGirl — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 14:11:57 -0500

Dear people who don't return laptops, Seriously. How selfish can you be? There are only 10 computers in the library and about 50 odd students that come in at lunchtime to go on on a computer. The laptops allowed everyone to have access to the internet whether it was for recreational or educational purposes, but now you people who don't return laptops (which I might add do not work outside school) let everyone down. We can't go on them. Do you know how annoying that is for those that want to do homework/ finish their coursework research deadlines, or people like me who are busy planning their story for NaNoWriMo? Just... I hope you're happy now. Now no one can go on the laptops, simply because you couldn't be bothered to return them. Grow up, and act more mature. You let everyone down, and you hurt the most amazing librarian we ever had in this school. Mrs Q is like a second mom to me, and she is a hell lot more worthy of that title than my actual one. You hurt her, and that is what disappoints me the most. She trusted you, and you let her down. You hurt her and made her think that she was doing something wrong. For that, I can't forgive you. I hate you, Sonia

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halfaya — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 14:44:15 -0500

Dear fellow peers, Racism is not funny. Nor is it cool. Nor is it 'a bit of banter'. It's cruel. It's harsh. It hurts. You call me 'Hitler', 'Nazi', 'Jew Killer' and label me. I am none of those things. I am merely half german. Can I help my mother is German? Can I help who I am born to? No. Could I care that I'm half german? Could I care that certain germans did commit atrocities in WWII? No. I am proud of my heritage. I am proud of my German and English sides working in harmony, co-existing. I'm proud I have families from both sides. I am proud I can say my grandfather served in the Desert Rats, the predeccesors to the SAS, captured in a POW camp, escaped and then 3 weeks later, was landing at D-Day, one of the first men to exit one of the first british landing boats on that horrendous yet woefully victorious day. I'm proud that my great-grandad served in the German Resistance. Yes, German. There was such thing. I'm proud he fought against the Nazi regime. Oh wait? You didn't realise that calling me Hitler was racism? Did your miniscule brain fail to comprehend the fact? I'm sorry for you. I truly am. You didn't realise that calling me Hitler and labelling me would affect me so badly, I would avoid school for nearly 6 months before my parents realised? Shame. You didn't realise that the day my 4 elder brothers, 3 of which are german, found out what one of you had been saying, it took the threat of being thrown out to stop them marching straight to your house and proceeding to literally beat the life out of you. Damn, my bad! I forgive you, honestly. I sleep easy at night, knowing I'm living life to the fullest and having a great time. Yes, I'm not 'popular'. Do I care? Answer this and you'll get the answer.... Is the pope muslim? Sincerely, Your friendly neighbourhood mixed background poster! _________________________________________________________ Dear L, You thought after cheating on me that we could still be friends? Sorry, I don't like cheaters... I wonder why. You thought that after a full 2 years of telling me you hate me, that there's no hope for us, that we will never be the same again, that I would still have the energy to chase after you? Sorry, I gave up. I don't see the point in chasing after something that I can't get. So you wonder, when you decide that there is hope for us, that you still love me, that we can go out again, that I don't jump at your every word and chase you like a lost puppy? Sorry, I gave up. I've changed. I'm not the clingy guy who constantly needs you to make him feel validated. Sincerely, Your ex who couldn't care less anymore!

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.the.blue.dinosaur. — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:13:08 -0500

Dear Guy in my Class, I've been in your class for three years. Why don't you know my name? That's not very nice. We have the same last name, even. Come on, bro. Sincerely, Yes-My-Name-is-Jasmine

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AkitaFallow — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 14:31:25 -0500

Dear 7 a.m., UNGODLY. Sincerely, Saturday

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RavenGirl — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 15:20:27 -0500

Dear self, Do not do something that you will only regret later on. Resist punching her in the face- she isn't worth it. Good- now keep repeating that lie. Ignore her.

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aymzie — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 15:23:00 -0500

Dear Amy, Go to bed. You can write letters when you've have a decent ratio of time asleep to time awake. Just go to bed, you idiot! All my love, Amy.

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HarpGuy — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 15:35:09 -0500

Dear C, Yes, it's been 3 months, but it still hurts. I just wish you could see that and stop being so insensitive. I'd tell you how I feel, but I'm too scared. Sigh.... HG

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Jennifermwcg — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:18:35 -0500

Dear self, hitting that girl with a hammer is not worth it. Nor is the possible arrest/ charge of attempted murder/murder/ assault -Jenni

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Clover313 — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 19:24:32 -0500

Dearest JH: I believe you don't know what you are doing, or that it bothers me as much as it does. I know that I hide things pretty well behind the grin and jokes. I know you don't think your words get to me. Unfortunately, they do. You are a very nice guy, normally. You are a lot like me, actually. You are funny, but you know how to study and listen, you like to be around people, but sometimes you need a break. So why do you hate me so much? I talked to CW about it. She says it's because I make you nervous, that you Like me and so don't feel comfortable being nice to me because you might make a fool of yourself, or reveal your feelings. This would make sense, I guess, except that I am about 75% certain you don't Like me that way. Please, please, please, help me figure out some way to make you dislike me less. It's killing what little self-confidence I might have. If you were reading this, you probably would have snorted at that. Most people do. But honestly, the happy, self-confident, bouncy, bubbly, 'chipper' person that everyone sees? It's all a mask. Underneath, I am incredibly self-conscious, and being funny and happy all the time? It's hard. So when you come along and say the things that you say, it hurts worse than you could imagine. I know I'm not perfect, and I am already hard on myself for it. So, yeah. You'll probably never read this, but it is nice to get the words out of my head. I will try to be better around you, try to act the way that would make you like me more. And I will try and be nicer to you, although I'm not sure what I did wrong, I'll try to fix it. Hoping to mend the broken bridges, hoping to be your friend again, -Clover. Dear CW - I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner, I'm sorry I didn't realize that you, like all the rest of us, are wearing a mask. I feel so stupid for not recognizing it. In my defense, you pretend that you don't care incredibly well. The mask you wear is very real looking. Even so, I should have seen it. That's my job, right? Seeing through people's masks and helping them out? That's what I thought I was doing for you, I thought I was helping you. I wish you'd told me that I was hurting you, instead. Because I never would have seen it myself. The problem is, I don't know how to fix it. You basically have a problem with me because I pretend to be outgoing. I can't just stop being nice to people. I can't just go back to who I was three years ago. Those days were far darker than these ones. I want to help you, but I don't think I can. It will have to be a decision you make for yourself. I don't know how to help you with JH. I could try to talk to him, but something tells me that is the last thing you want me to do. Plus, I don't want to create any drama. Our school has successfully avoided any large amounts of drama for the past three years, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm pretty sure that you would agree. Hoping I can somehow make this right, -Clover. Dear Clover. This is it. You should have seen it coming, but I think somewhere inside you didn't want to see it. And now the truth has slapped you in the face. For the past three years, everything you've done was an attempt to become everybody's best friend. For the most part, you've succeeded. You even became friends with CW, something that you never thought you could do because you two are complete, polar opposites. You thought you were on top of the world. And for a while there, you were so incredibly happy, that it seemed no one could make you upset. You had finally become friends with everyone. Only you didn't realize how much it would hurt. By being everyone's best friend, you could never have a best friend. By becoming the friend you saw everyone needing, no one would realize that you needed a friend, too. And, what should have been most obvious of all, by putting on a mask of confidence and happiness, you should have known that no one would realize how self-conscious and unhappy you are. And yet you are still waiting for someone to come along who sees you for who you are. You're still waiting for someone to see through the mask. Well, Clover, it's time to face the facts: No one's coming. You are a great actress and no one's seeing through your mask. But you can't turn back now. You chose your path, and it's too late to start acting moody now. So, keep going to school, keep putting that mask on, don't let anyone know, keep acting. And when people hurt you, move on. Keep going. Hold on. - Still waiting in vain, Clover. Dearest CL. You annoy me constantly, you drive me nuts, you take me for granted, you have no idea where to stop being annoying, and you make me happy. You're the one I spend the most time with, you are the person that I hang around the most, and yet even you don't see through my mask. I've let you into my world, let you see my thoughts, let you read things I'd never show anyone else. And somehow, you still manage to be blind. So, I'll keep waiting, and maybe you'll be that friend who sees through my mask. Maybe. Still waiting, -Clover. Dear MT Thank you. Thank you for everything. - Clover Dear MW You are incredible. Don't ever think otherwise, and don't continue feeling guilty for something I forgave you of a long time ago. You have changed so much since then, and if you hadn't acted the way you did, I never would have realized how amazing CL and SL are. Because of the problems you created, I found out that they really cared about me, that if I left they would miss me. Because of you, I discovered how incredible my two favorite people are. So, thank you. -Clover

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ZNZ — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 20:54:40 -0500

Dear Sophomore Girl In My English Class, You seem like a really awesome person. You're nice, and you like Doctor Who, and you write. I'd like to be friends. But I'm filled with this abiding and paralysing terror that if I strike up a coversation with you you'll bite my head off or something, probably because you're a sophomore, and I'm a humble freshwoman. I'm awkward enough when talking to people in my own grade. Will you dismember, disembowel, or otherwise kill, maim, or seriously injure me if I start talking to you? Please advise. Sincerely, Zee

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Lectin Gaezat — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 21:15:08 -0500

Dear JT. I hope you don't hold it against me that I didn't attend yesterday. I had to spend time with my grandparents, and it's really no question who I would choose if my family and friends come up for making a decision. My grandfather is living on borrowed time, I don't know how long he has left to live. I wish to spend all the time possible in life with him, and if it means passing by one of those chances to be with you all, I will do it. I hope you understand, Lec

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Elle Mae — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 22:38:30 -0500

Dear school, I know I'm failing. I went away for a week, of course I'm failing. Calm down, Elle Dear science paper, Please go write yourself. I do not care enough about Sir William Crookes to bother. Ugh, Elle Dear mom, So real love would be nice. Your daughter Dear stupid clueless boy, I'm right here! Ask me out alright. Love, Elle Dear depression, Please leave me alone. Elle.

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Lunalare — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 22:56:19 -0500

Dear everyone I go to school with, I'm sorry but I still don't know over half of your names despite having gone to this school for over a year. This is normal for me and happens every time I move. Please don't take it as a personal insult when I just say "Hey! ...you" when you greet me in the corridors. Sincerely, Forgetful Shy Blonde Kid Who is a Bit Snarky Dear life, Thank you. Things are really looking up at the moment. Ju.

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B_ethany13H — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 23:29:03 -0500

Dear future husband, I'm hoping you exist. Love, Me P.S. Oh, and sorry in advance. I can't cook to save my life.

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Artificial Asian — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 23:32:23 -0500

Dear Mom, You always ask me what's wrong when I'm just in a quiet mood, and don't feel like talking and joking around so much. Even when I say I'm okay, you keep asking me and asking me. Then there is something wrong, and you never ask then. You never even notice. I know you try. But you don't know me as well as you think you do, I think. ~*Kayley

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TreeWhisperer — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:11:59 -0500

Dear self, Please go to sleep. I'm tired. Hannah

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Artificial Asian — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:34:49 -0500

Dear me, You were supposed to stay away from the spoilers on the internet. You weren't supposed to Google anything even related. Why did you go and do that? T-T It's all ruined now ><

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dellafiora3395 — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 02:14:29 -0500

Andy- Thank you for being everything I've been needing and everything I could want. I love you, and I'm glad I'm finally home to be with you again. - Tory Julie- Thanks for being an awful friend. Thanks for letting your girlfriend control your life. Thanks for abandoning me when life was starting to look up. - Tory PSAT- Please let me have high enough scores for Merit Scholar <3 - Tory

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IamSamThisIsMe — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 04:11:42 -0500

Dear El, I love you, I really do, but right now you are driving me crazy. Stop doubting me. Stop questioning me. Stop getting jealous when I hug Rowan. Xe needs my support as much as you do, if not more, so back off! -S Dear Brain, When I'm supposed to be at my exercise class which starts at 8, waking me up at 8.30 is unacceptable, as is sleeping through the alarm on my cellphone. When I'm fat, it's you that I'll blame. -S Dear Me, You can do this. It isn't going to be as bad as you think. SO what that you have to go to a dinner where you ex and Zher new girlfriend will be. So what that they will be sickeningly happy, and loved-up. Zhe's not worth the effort. You are better than all this. You don't need to sink to their level. Deep Breaths -S

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Misheard_Whisper — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 06:04:39 -0500

Dear M, I know you have confidence issues, and it's killing you to keep that secret from your parents for so long. I can't fix your problems for you, and I won't press you into a 'solution' that might make things worse. All I can do is share a little bit of the burden, and carry that secret as best I can. It will work out in the end, somehow. I know I can't say that with any confidence, but it's the best I've got. Sincerely, B.

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DrivingMishCrazy — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 06:07:00 -0500

Dearest M, Heaven knows, I'm crazy about you, but would you kindly stay out of my dreams? I don't know if you realize how much of an affect you have on me, but you get inside my head and invade my heart and make me feel all sorts of mixed up inside. My life is confusing as it is, right now, and as much as I value you as a...friend? Acquaintance? Anyway, I can't keep living like this, my heart threatening to explode every time I see you, my stomach doing flips, barely able to speak and yet still managing to carry a normal conversation with you. I don't even know what your orientation is, or whether or not I'm just young for you, too young for you, or WAY too young for you. I don't know if you would ever even be interested in me like that. I can't fall until I think there's a good chance that you might be willing to catch me. So let's just agree to be friends? I know, you don't even know that I think of you any other way, but for my sake, play along. It's just too much distraction. I hope you understand. Well, you know, C --- Dear heart, You'll never get her, you know that. She won't ever feel the same. You're only going to get hurt. Why can't you use your head, er, my head, every once in a while? Neither of us can really risk putting ourselves out there and getting hurt or just generally letting our own dark thoughts hurt ourselves this close to NaNo. Remember last year? We very narrowly avoided a crisis with that one! Just, don't fall in "love" with her, okay? Simmer down, Me

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.thesilentwriter. — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 14:28:25 -0500

Hey, I just wanted you to know that, when you gave me your coat when you saw I was cold? That was the best moment of my night. But you'll probably never know that. Love, Me

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Eternal.Fiend — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 15:54:33 -0500

Dear You, Let me tell you about it all. I need that. But I don't need or want advice. I'm through it now (or as best as I can be) but that doesn't mean I don't want to talk about it. I hate that I feel I can't talk you about it. Me.

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Tigerlover — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 16:36:04 -0500

Dear Wonderful Friends, You guys are awesome. You make my day that much better. Em, I want a hug the next time I see you. We shall hang next weekend. I don't want us to drift apart just because we are in separate classes. I won't let that happen. Zach, This running joke, is really funny. That's all I gotta say. Laura, you and Zach are cute together. XD Drew, Stop swearing in German and Russian, because soon a teacher will find out what you are saying. Haley, your parents are mean. I want to see you more than once a week. Sarah, sorry I couldn't come the horse show. I hope I can come to the next one though. Colton, stop being so annoying. I only see you once a week to, but you're still annoying. >.< Connor, I Love you. <3 To all of you, you guys are the best friends ever. From, Me.

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LonelyDiamond — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 00:08:05 -0500

M - I know it's not good to hate people. But it's really really hard not to hate you. I absolutely despise you and I never want to see you again. Ever. I can forgive lies told to me but I can't forgive lies told about me. Why you thought it would be a good idea to spread lies about me to my best friend is beyond me. You who claimed to be my friend. Well I sure know better now, and thanks to you, I have a hard time trusting people. Your words sent me into a spiral of depression that I nearly didn't come out of. And to think I once trusted you and called you my friend. And the fact that you have such a huge big ego only makes you more despicable in my sight. Get. Out. Of. My. Life. - E

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wingsoflight — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 00:29:33 -0500

Dear F, I am a nice person. Back in high school, I was so incredibly nice to absolutely everyone that on more than one occasion people described me as a "Saint". I try very, very hard to like everyone, and 99.999% of the time, I do. Almost everyone's got some redeeming factor. But then there's you. I've tried. God knows, I've tried. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to get past it. All you do is hate. You hate, hate, hate, and I absolutely cannot stand it. You complain incessantly, and while I've tried hard to ignore it, having you around constantly isn't helping any. I'm sorry that you've been hurt in your life. I'm sorry that you don't seem to like college very much. But the only person who can get past those things is /you/. I've tried to help you look on the bright side, and all you ever do in return is insult me. I'm finished. I wish we could have stayed friends, but I know now that we can't. Not like this. Sincerely, Me

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werekitty — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 08:21:38 -0500

Dear parents, Would it be too much to ask to let me make mistakes? I feel so very constrained. Why don't you trust me? I've always done everything you asked. You raised me to be the perfect, responsible adult; so why don't you trust me enough to let me go out on my own and do stuff? If you don't trust me, who's fault is that? You raised me. Don't forget that. --your daughter Dear annoying kid, You're such a girl. I wonder why I ever liked you. Worst mistake I ever made. You may be fifteen today but that doesn't make you any more mature. Grow up, and quit acting like such a drama queen. You're a GUY, for crying out loud. Have a Birthday, --kitty Dear Mrs (Aunt) Gardener, You make everything make sense again. Thanks for not judging me like my parents do, and for seeing me as a real person. :) --kitty Dear, Please don't freak out. If I can't have anything else, I just want to be friends with you. I'm sorry you had to see me like that, when I was vulnerable and as I really am. Thanks for getting my problems without thinking I'm mental. You make my days so much better even when we fight and spar and argue. lots of love, --kitty(: Dear T, I miss you so, so much, but I don't wanna creep and keep telling you that! I wish we lived closer...like in the same school or something. Too bad. Your whole family is awesome. I can't wait to see you again. :) --kitty Dear church "friends", So, thanks for completely blowing me off. M, you're a building block, and I'm sick of dealing with your problems for you. S, I know it's hard but could you at least TRY to get up in the mornings when we come to pick you up? Mj and Em, thanks for blowing me off when I sit by you like you're completely annoyed by my prescence. MH, you're really sweet and I know you try to be understanding but you can't. Ever. I'm sorry. Col, that one time I told you I was drinking even though I wasn't? Yeah, it was a call for help. But you didn't pick up on that...as usual. Because a good little church girl would never need to be rescued, huh? Keep telling yourself that. And everyone, just leave me alone. I used to want to try to be friends with you but I don't have the time or energy anymore. I'm going to go find people who ACTUALLY care, and if I can't find any, it'll still be better than you. I'm done with church, with going and faking it every single week. It's bad enough I have to fake it every day. -kitty

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RedxLuna — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 08:24:02 -0500

Dear Discussion Points, Why are there so many of you?! It's like just when I think I've finally finished there's more of you to get done. -Red Dear Hairbrush, I really miss you, darling. I've had to make do with combs and my hair tends to rebel against those. -Red

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 11:21:20 -0500

Dear Ry, Why won't you respond to my messages? It's been two months since our accidental kiss at the cast party and I haven't heard a single word from you! I don't like you anymore, but honestly I would like to talk about what happened just so we're clear on the status of our relationship. ~Confused about where we're at Dear Drama kids, I'm not going out with Chis, or Ryan or any of the other guys you say I am. I also haven't "done it" with any of them either. Lay off please. ~Not amused Dear Guy S, It was great to finally meet you. But we just officially met, so if you can wait a little while before asking me out that would be appreciated. Thanks. If eventually after we hang out some more you still want to ask me you, I might say yes. ~Overwhelmed

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werekitty — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 19:23:51 -0500

Dear J, oh, you. you, you, you. It had to be you, didn't it? Please stop doing this to me...it hurts my heart. i don't want you to stop being amazing but I do wish I hadn't fallen quite so hard for you. feeling lovesick, kitty Dear senior pics, and parents, Do we really need like fifty DIFFERENT shots of me? as prints? Why are you guys so annoying about this? I like SOME of them, but definitely not ALL of them. Chill pill, man. --kitty

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Daedhira Dhna — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 09:15:55 -0500

Dear Her Ex OK. I get that this is shit for you. I get that I've just kind of waltzed in and ended up with your ex who you are - so clearly - still hung up on. But that isn't my fault. It isn't my fault you liked her. It isn't my fault you broke up. It isn't my fault you're not over her. It's not my fault that I like her. It's not my fault that she likes me too. I have every right to date someone I like this much, especially considering the sh*t that have been my 'relationships' so far. She makes me happier in about a second than anyone's managed in about a year and a half - and while I respect that you thought it would be you she was making happy, it IS NOT my fault that it isn't. And I have just as much right to be happy as you do. Also, I kind of think you're awesome. And I'd really like to be your friend. I didn't mean to do this to you, and believe me, I absolutely DO know how much this hurts you. And I was a heck of a lot happier once I got over it. I want to be your friend. I also like her a heck of a lot. I like her more than I want to be your friend; if I can put up with my mother, I can put up wih you. D

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halfaya — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 09:21:57 -0500

Dear Mum, Why did you drink all the coffee? And not leave me any? -.-' Sincerely, A tired son who needs coffee.

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kittycat88 — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 22:15:02 -0500

Dear Kitty, Learn how to navigate new forums before posting a post as a reply to first topic. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY ANYMORE! *embarrassed*

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Laura E. Andrews — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 23:02:15 -0500

Dear Pastor Youcef, I pray for you every night, and I wonder what it's like to be in a jail cell in Iran, with a death sentence hanging over your head. Your courage while on trial inspired me. I also pray every night for your wife and two little boys. Do not lose hope, dear brother in Christ. You have many people all over the world praying for you, and even the government has given this a bit of attention. I pray that God will be glorified in you. Your sister in Christ, Laura

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 23:12:47 -0500

Dear K, The whole world does not revolve around you so stop whining about all your problems! If you only knew about what happened with me and Ry this past summer you'd be furious with me and you would also think your life wasn't so complicated after all. ~Annoyed almost former best friend

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Artificial Asian — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 00:13:40 -0500

Dear first real friend I ever had, Those were the first words you've spoken to me in months. I can't even express how happy that makes me. I missed you so much. Seeing you and knowing that you probably hated me for adding to the problem ... hurt. Not because I blamed you, because I realized that I was an idiot for completely ignoring what you said and turning into one of the people who pushed you away. I just worried about you. But I shouldn't have pressed it. You didn't want me to, you even told me that, but I was too stupid to understand. Thank you for not hating me. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being okay. I promise, I'll do better this time. ~*AA

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werekitty — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 13:08:08 -0500

Dear thread, I'm not trying to spam you up...really! apologies! --kitty Dear confidence, thanks for coming through when I need you most. keep up the improvements! kitty :P Dear JD, Not to be creepy, but your hug made my whole entire day<3 me(:

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Lynnielois — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 14:54:55 -0500

'Uncle' Jon. You are so much more important to me than I can say without sounding stalkerish. You love me more than any flesh-and-blood uncle ever has. I was going to quit writing, but you told me how proud you are of me. I was going to give up on my novel. But you told me that you wanted, no, you NEEDED, to read it. Thanks for everything. Carolyn.

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Audra Dancer — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 15:15:27 -0500

Dear school, could you please stop keeping me from drawing and writing? I'd appreciate it a lot. - Jenni

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Arazia — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 17:30:54 -0500

Dear S, Please never stop being awesome. You make my days so much better. Love, E

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Luminosity.of.a.Shadow — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 17:51:25 -0500

Dear Idiot: I honestly can't believe you keep doing this. Don't you hear us asking you to shut up? Don't you hear us telling you that we want to hear the lesson, not whatever awful movie you watched last night? Seriously. Every time you try to hijack the lesson, we lose just a little more time off our lives. You're completely incapable of shutting up or of contributing something meaningful. In other words, you're wrecking the class. It's not just me, either. It's the whole d*** class. The one, there, telling you you're slow. The one asking you to please be quiet. The one telling you to shut up. The one telling you nobody cares. And me. Every day, I repeat myself: "Would you shut the hell up and leave ME the hell alone?" Because honestly, I would be quite happy if you DIED of something. Preferably non-contagious. Your stupid is already putting the rest of us at risk. So in case you couldn't understand, I'll reiterate. Shut the hell up. You are unnecessary. Unwanted. And we are tired of your wastefulness. Get out. -Sincerely, The Girl Who Is Not Nice P.S. By the way? Schoolwork is not s***. It is a part of life. Get over it. Also, homework is not a myth. We're not going to do everything in class. Especially when YOU waste the time we could use on it by offering your completely irrelevant thoughts.

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:41:15 -0500

Dear Guy S, Stop making me like you! These feeling are moving quicker than I want and it's all your charming, funny, adorable fault! ~Doesn't want to be in love

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OfAmethystEyes — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 08:51:06 -0500

Dear Parents, Anime isn't stupid. It's not all I think about. And it's no different from my brothers gaming all day. I'm not going to read American comics because that's not what I'm interested in; just because it's not American doesn't mean that it's weird and I shouldn't read it. The anime i watch has blood and violence in it because it's directed at people my age and not at children. Yes, they swear. Yes, those skirts really short. Yes, there are porn anime available but no, I don't watch them. No, not all anime is porn. Yes, the story line may seem stupid to you, but it's meant to be that way because it's comical. Cosplay isn't obsession, it's a hobby. Anime isn't an obsession, it's a hobby. I'm tired of hiding my interests from you. I tired of sneaking my manga volumes home from the library and watching anime late at night on a laptop. I'm tired of hiding anime shirts under a zip-up jacket until I'm out of your sight and keeping my eared cosplay hat in my bag until I can safely put it on. I'm not obsessed, it's my hobby. It's not stupid, it's culture and media entertainment. ~Every Misunderstood Otaku

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OfAmethystEyes — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 09:14:27 -0500

Dear KyoxTohru fans (those who refuse to accept any other sort of pairing), I like YukixTohru and when I post something about them online I don't want someone yelling at me about it because they 'aren't canon'. I don't want to be told to go read the manga or watch the anime. I HAVE. Three times over for each and then some. You might be interested to know that Yuki was part of the original love triangle and stood just as good a chance as Kyo to be the one who would win Tohru's heart. This makes them canon during a certain time span of the story. SO LAY OFF! Don't tell me that Yuki gets with Machi; I know that. Don't tell me that he ends up thinking of Tohru as a mother; I know that too! And frankly, I don't care. I rooted for them through all 23 manga volumes and 26 anime episodes. I cried when things didn't work out. My dreams are my dreams and these characters mean the world to me. So shut up and leave me alone! When I fangirl online and you come on with, "ur soooo stpid, read the manga already. Kyo gets Tohru so HAHAHAHAHAHA!" it just makes me want to add you into a Death Note and put a terrible end to your life. Let me dream! You don't have to comment. Get a life that doesn't involve leaving mis-spelled comments that ruin some one else's dream. I don't care if you like KyoxTohru, only when you get so freaking stupid about it. Also, please pronounce Kyo's name correctly. It's not "Kii-yo", it's "K-yo". Just the K sound sound with a "yo" tacked on the end. Kiyo is a female name. Yukiru Itsumo (And I don't care what you think), OfAmethystEyes

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Sarcasmohjoy — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 09:33:38 -0500

Dear co-worker, The time has come for you to do the job you were hired to do. Not stand around looking pretty pretending to do something and refusing to do what you are supposed to do - what you get PAID to do. I know you don't want to be a supervisor, but right now that's what you get paid to do. So do it until you get moved, or quit. Either way, I don't care but I'm tired of doing all of your work along with my own. It's not fair to me, especially when you try and take credit. - me

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maydaze — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 11:54:58 -0500

Dear O, Get a life. Seriously. I'm sick of my Buzz feed getting clogged up with theological discussions and a one-sided discussion on how capitalization (spelled the american way) is necessary to maintain a hierarchal society, and how order and labeling and crap is good, and how we can't have another "peace love neo-Woodstock" because it'd lead to anarchy and ANARCHY IS BAD. You make no sense, and my time is wasted replying to you. All of your pseudo-genius just grates on us. And in math class? SHUT UP. just SHUT UP. you have no sense whatsoever of elegance, and everything that spouts out of your mouth is convoluted, ambiguous, and superior. We get you're smart. Maybe you're insecure. Honestly, I thought you were bearable, since it was only for 6 hours a day, but then you invaded Buzz. Now I'm stuck with you on my frigging EMAIL. You must spend hours typing up your responses, and you tell *me* to get a life because I'm doing NaNo? (Frankly, I think you've written 50,000 words already on my feed.) I feel only the tiniest trace of pity, because you're just the kind of person less merciful people would pounce on and mock. I, on the other hand, will keep it in for the sake of reputation and spout it all out here. Ugh. Sincerely, N.

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incongruentaporia — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 15:50:32 -0500

Dear Z, I'm glad that my sexuality makes it totally okay that I like you. I'm glad that you've decided my feelings towards you don't matter- because I wouldn't have sex with you. Thank you for making me feel like I'll never be allowed to have a relationship as an asexual. Thank you- Yours truly, your bestfriend.

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Hikiro-Lauren — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 21:07:42 -0500

Dear Alena, You've been my best friend since 2nd grade, but something has to change. Every year since 6th grade you've decided that you are going to go off and become best friend with someone else and pretty much ignore me. Then at the end of the year, when you're friendship with them goes downhill, you expect me to be waiting for you with open arms. And whenever theres something with me, say that I'm tired from Show Choir you shouldn't be saying "You are the one who wants o be in it" and then when you say your tired from Cross Country and I say the same thing back to you, and you say "No It's not the same though," How is it not the same! Tell me that. And you never tell me anything! You never told me you got a violin, got a boyfriend, broke up with said boyfriend, got a new phone, and more. Sure these aren't the most important things in the world but they are things you tell your friends. And "I thought I told you" is annoying to hear all the time. Who was the one who got you out of anorexia. I was the one to tell the guidance counselor that you needed help because you lost 10 lbs. in a week. You need to get it through your thick head that I will not always be there to pick up the pieces. Have fun with you're new friends Sincerely, Lauren

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 23:10:32 -0500

Dear drama teacher, You're my favorite teacher, really you are. But please stop egging people on to set me up with that weirdo! It's not gonna happen! ~Not amused

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lundstorm — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 05:44:29 -0500

Hey you, I just wanted to remind you, that no matter how things look, no matter how things are, there will always be people out there who love you. Life isn't always easy, but it won't always be this hard. I promise. Sincerily, me

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K.iriel — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 07:03:48 -0500

Dear Friends, It's not that I don't understand your language. I can hold a conversation. You just talk so fast and all your words bleed together so that it sounds as if you're saying something completely different. Don't think I'm stupid for not knowing how to speak in a totally different language yet. I've only been studying for two months. I'm exactly where I need to be. Sincerely, Me. Love, I'm coming home eventually. I know you may not want to pick up the pieces, but I'm going to try. It's impossible for me to leave things the way they are. Believe me when I say I miss you. All my love, Me. Dear Skeptical Friend, I know you don't believe what I say. I know you doubt me, even though I'm finally confident enough with myself to tell you. That's fine. I may not believe me if I was you. But don't talk about how people can't be sure of these things until later, and then claim that you-you, who are younger than me-are positive about where you stand. Your defining moment was different than mine, yes, but we are different people. Stop being a hypocrite. Either neither of us can know or we both can. It's not one or the other. Thank you, Me. Dear Plot, Please stop waking me up at six in the morning. I'd like to catch up on my sleep sometime this month.

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Creative Mai — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 07:21:33 -0500

Dear Younger Me, Everything happens for a reason. Hang in there, don't give up, keep doing what you love, and pursue your passions. Don't believe in "The One" and don't try to find "true love". It's a waste of time and frankly, you'll have more fun on your own. Me

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Beautiful Illusion — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 08:38:36 -0500

Dear Job Search, Please start yielding some results. Vicky.

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Lectin Gaezat — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 09:16:58 -0500

Dear J. Your hands might hurt, and your heart might ache. You might feel weak, and that what is there to believe in. But I honestly believe in you, and I love you. I truly do. And I'm with you every step of the way. We're going to get this together. Love, Lec

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Clover313 — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:05:23 -0500

Dear plot A and plot B. Plot B, I spent a week straight doing nothing but plotting out plot A. It's a good storyline, it has some good plot twists and I love the characters. And then, after all that, I met you. You intrigue me, and I want to get to know you more, but I only have ten days to plot. I'm behind on school as it is, and I have no clue where to go with your story. But you keep bugging me. So, here's the deal. You have until tomorrow to give me some amazing plot twists, or I am putting you on hold until July. Got it? Good. Hoping to see you around, M. Dear C. I'm sorry for all those things I said. I really didn't mean them, and I thought you knew I was joking. Please forgive me? I'll talk to you at dance today, and apologize then. I know I'm always talking about how much you annoy me, how sometimes you just drive me insane, but the truth is that when it's just you S and I, or you R and I, when you take off the joking, teasing, conceited mask and just talk to me, you are the nicest person I know. And I'm actually grateful for all the teasing, because the contrast makes me realize how awesome you are. It's like with Kyo, he is so decidedly angry and contrary all the time that when he softens up and shows he cares, it is far more emotion stirring than it is with someone who you can count on to be nice. That analogy probably made no sense to you. :P That's okay. I know what I'm saying and you won't be reading this, so, it's all good. Maybe it's more like... You absolutely drive C up the wall. (although, I think she's starting to warm up to you, so congrats!) She's always complaining about it, even though I'm the one usually getting teased, but I think it's because she only really knew you last year, whereas I knew you our first year when you hadn't grown up yet. I watched the improvement, but she only saw the older version of you, so she couldn't appreciate the change. But I can. So, I'm sorry. I promise to do better, and stop saying mean things even jokingly. See you at dance class tonight, -M.

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Chari — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:08:27 -0500

Dear Bass Guitar Understudy, Learn to read music. I can't hold your hand through every single song. Why did you even sign up for a music class in High School if you can't read music? This isn't Middle School anymore. From, Lead Bass Guitarist Dear Homecoming Date, Are we dating or not? Please specify. It's driving me crazy. From, Your Homecoming Date Dear Best Friend, You need to learn how to read music, too. I'm graduating this year, and I won't be able to help you out with your Timpani parts when I'm at college. Please put forth the effort to read in Bass Clef before it's too late. From, Your favorite Bass Guitarist Dear Standard Psychology class, I hate you all. You all are incredibly rude, abnoxious, and annoying and I can't wait to see you all fail in life. Thank you for making my constant migraines even worse whenever I step into the room. And no, I don't do drugs. So whenever the teacher leaves the room for a second, stop trying to offer me whatever type of drug you have in your purse. I took this class thinking it would be a breeze, and it actually is. It's just all of you people in it that make me regret even thinking of taking the class. From, The only girl who has an A

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EnigmaCalaway — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:36:35 -0500

Dear Joey, ...Homecoming is next Saturday, you know that right? You've mentioned it like once. You do realize it's a 'dress better than normal' occasion, right? This might sound a bit vain...but please, please, come up with something before next Saturday... ~Enigma

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:41:10 -0500

Dear Math homework, Go work out your own problems! I have enough to do without worrying about you. ~stressing out

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RavenGirl — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 10:57:39 -0500

Dear year 11, STOP worrying about prom. Sheesh it's a mile away yet. Do worry about your GCSE's. We've got 3 in January and I really do not want to have an earful of 'oh you don't revise but you still get good grades' being replayed over and over again. YES I don't revise, it just makes everything that I've learnt is class disappear. So what? At least I listen in class- at least I study and help you guys when you don't get what the teacher is on about. But no- when the grades come you guys come moaning and glaring at me, just because I listen. If you listened instead of talking about prom, where its going to be, which "bird" you're going to take and which dress you're going to wear then maybe you'll get good grades. From, an annoyed me.

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BlueGonfalon — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 11:20:00 -0500

Dear California DMV, Aren't you...supposed to be helpful? It would be nice if you could explain exactly what I have to do first. I have no idea where to start. And getting down to work on my driver's license is the only way my dad will consider letting me get a Facebook. Please help. Sincerely, Blue Dear Google, Please don't shut down Buzz! I love Buzz so much! *tear* Love, Blue

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fictionalboyfriend — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:48:31 -0500

Dear K, Yes, I am angry at you for using me as your own personal therapist all of last year, for utterly dismissing me when I tried to share my problems with you and telling me to 'shut up' and to stop being so annoying, and for then not speaking to me for A FULL FOUR MONTHS once you finally hooked up with the guy you spent the whole year whining to me about and then suddenly decided was perfect for you. What, are you surprised? Much bitterness, E Dear Mom, I love you dearly. I value your opinion. You have saved me from making some stupid mistakes in the past, and I appreciate your wisdom even if I don't show it often enough. However. Yes, I do consider the impression I may be giving others when I dress a certain way. Did it occur to you that I might actually WANT to give a certain impression? I know I'll always be your little girl, but I am also a grown woman, and I might actually want to have sex someday. Believe it or not. Besides, I like that skirt. And it's not like I'm wearing it with my ripped fishnets. I usually prefer to be a little more covered up. But that shouldn't mean I can never wear a short skirt, or thigh-high socks, or a low-cut shirt. I appreciate your concern, and I know it's because you love me, but please let me make my own decisions. I do know what I'm doing. Sometimes. Love, E

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Arazia — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 18:10:08 -0500

Dear Mom, I think I can handle myself at a football game. I know you say you trust me, but I honestly don't think you do at all. If the ONLY way you'll let me go is if I stay with a teacher for the full game, I don't want to go. What have I EVER done to make you think I'm horrible? I get straight A's, I've never had sex, never drank or did drugs...I don't understand it. What did I do to make you not trust me this much? I understand you're overprotective, but still... Your Daughter

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royalturtledove — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 18:15:38 -0500

Dear random kids at school, Why do you swear so much? And have to be pervy? It's not cool. Oh. And guys-who-sag, please pull your pants up. No one wants to know what kind of boxers you're wearing today. Really. It's just not cool. And who (and why) would you call my friend's mom and tell her that sooo not true thing? That was really pervy. And creepy. And awful. Also, kids-who-don't-know-my-name-even-though-I've-been-in-your-class-before-and-I've-been-here-for-all-three-years, LEARN MY NAME. And don't turn around and ask me "Are you new?" It just makes you look bad. Sincerely, That girl who doesn't want you swearing and being a perv when you're walking down the halls. Not to be a downer or anything.

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RedxLuna — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 18:16:04 -0500

Dear Research Paper, Why is it so hard to find information for you? I really want to actually start working on you! -Tessa

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linguisticAuxiliatrix — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 18:39:12 -0500

Hey, you. Where did you go? Not that you had the biggest online presence to begin with, but your Skype, your Facebook ... both gone. What gives? You're a long way from home. I hope you're okay. I miss you. Love, and a very, very gentle punch on the arm for kind of being an asshole, your kiddo.

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CyanGiraffe — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 19:21:57 -0500

To one of my dearest friends: What gives?? You are the one person that I go to when something or someone is bothering me. I've been with you when our team won state and we screamed for days, and I've cried on your shoulder when my family drove me nuts. I'm so open with you, and you've made me into a totally awesome person. So why am I the last person with whom you share things? Why did you just tell me yesterday, as a goddamn afterthought, about something VERY important that everyone else already knows? What, you think that i can't understand that sort of thing because I'm asexual? That's ridiculous. You're ridiculous. But I still love you. Just tell me what's going on; you know I'm an idiot. Love, Me.

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Arazia — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 20:43:20 -0500

Dear K, You're one of my best friends. I won't push it, but, you can talk to me about anything. I wish you would talk to me about this, though, since I have a feeling it involves me. If it's what I'm thinking of, I deal with it as much as you do; just...talk to me. You can trust me. Love, E

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BlueGonfalon — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 21:52:35 -0500

Dear Mom, I can't believe I'm actually saying this, right after I had resolved to treat you better. SHUT UP. Seriously, you need to grow up. Jeans are not evil. And I am going to wear them. Gosh...they WANTED us to wear them today!! And...one day you need to understand... Oh gosh, I can't even voice what I want to say. I feel like such a horrible person and a horrible daughter. I thought our relationship was repaired! I thought we were a team again! And then...these...stupid fights. Oh gosh Mom...why can't you be a normal human like I want you to be? I understand that you're sick! I understand that your Mom and Dad are jerks! I know that! But you can LEARN FROM THEIR MISTAKES AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON!! Don't believe me? Look at me. Mom, am I anything like you? Hardly. I have learned from you that it is foolish to be overly sensitive. You should have learned too. Your loving but really frustrated and fed up daughter, Blue

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CyanGiraffe — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 09:30:02 -0500

To my Mother: I'm currently writing this from my now busted laptop outside the public library, and I was just bitten by an ant. If you had just let me go to work today, I wouldn't have this ant bite in the crux of my knee. I'm sorry that I'm a compulsive liar, but you are an angry b****. You mom was probably an angry drunk, right? Is that where you got this anger? I haven't been able to clean my room because I've had band and NaNo and homework. Everything else you've gotten mad at me for stems from my sister getting angry over every little thing, just like her mommy. I'm scared to go home because I don't know what I'll see. Also, I can only use 1/3 of my screen. Thanks. You need to stop taking your anger out on me through your little tantrums. You need to stop screaming and throwing things and hitting me as a way to change my habits. You need counceling more than I do. I don't know if I can say that I love you anymore. Julia

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royalturtledove — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 10:43:34 -0500

Dear LA/Geography teacher, Please stop having such strict regulations for maps. It really sucks. Sincerely, that-one-student-who's-name-you-never-say-or-spell-correctly

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KikiBee23 — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 11:07:32 -0500

Dear J, Sometimes, I just wish I had the strength to end it with you. You can be so controlling all the time and it's killing me. I feel as if I have to live by your rules. Yes, there is an 'us' but there is also a 'me' and 'you' and just because we're dating doesn't make those go away. You keep getting mad at stuff that you didn't care about a year ago. What changed in our relationship to make you so overbearing? I love you to death but I need someone who is sur eof himself. Not someone who is constantly going to ask me over and over again if we're okay then get pissed off at me for getting ticked that you're asking it all the time. Love, J

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Stephunky210 — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 11:16:45 -0500

Dear Mom, I know technically this solution is better for everyone. But it seems like every night now I'm wishing you'd come back home. I love you, mom. Stop pretending you don't know that, please. Love, Nena.

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Arazia — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 12:10:36 -0500

Dear Dad, 4 more years until I can leave. I'm sick of you, and I wish I didn't have to talk to you. No Love, E Dear K, I really want to talk to you right now. You're one of the only people I can trust with everything, and...I just really need to talk right now, even though I can't find the words to explain what's going on. Love, E

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Cherri — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 12:46:43 -0500

Dear Flatmates, It's called cooking. You might what to learn how to do it at some point in the next three years if you want to avoid getting very ill. It's not called, 'Putting too much effort into your food, don't you have something better to do?'. Also, once you've realised that I am, in fact, cooking, I don't need your input. I've never seen any of you do more than put a pizza in the oven or boil a kettle to make instant noodles. You weren't complaning about what you've so kindly dubbed my lack of a social life when you were eating the cookies I made you the other day. Cherri~

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uberskittlez — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 16:49:42 -0500

Dear Junior, Get a grip. I know that it's hard for you. It's hard for me, too. But get a grip. I can't help it if you're not... Gah, I can't even say anything, except... I wish he could get better, too, I really wish he could, but he's not, not yet at least not yet. But Mack's a big boy, and he'll make it through. He just has to pull his life together. But you! You don't have to snap at me because you're stressed over him. We've been friends for a long time, and we've been more than that a few times, and all you can do is yell at me. It wasn't my fault! I was there, yes, but it wasn't my fault. Sorry, okay? I know. I should have been better. But it's not going to get better, Junior. Not for a while. I love you, BooBoo.

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alienjoonster — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 18:02:54 -0500

Dear ex-boyfriend: It's been four years, and now you add me on facebook? Hm, are you going to embarass me by writing out stupid things on my profile for everyone to see? I added you but I'm really suspicious and scared. I still like you, and I know I've dated at least 5 guys, but they were all on rebound for you. alienjoonster Dear boy from my friend's church: So, you texted me that you like me, and I texted back saying I also have some interest in you. Suddenly, you stopped texting and facebooking me? Did I do something wrong? I truly valued our friendship.... alienjoonster

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uncreativecarly — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 21:48:10 -0500

Dear Dayne Crist, COME ON, MAN. You get shunted week after week even in your senior year for a sophomore who's thrown 10 season interceptions and counting. You were nothing but a freaking benchwarmer. And then you catch a break. Rees blows his knee. And it should have been your moment! You should have been all "fuck the haters" and gone out there and thrown a touchdown. And what do you do? You fumble it. I have believed in you since the Michigan game. I have stood up for you countless times and defended you, hoping you would return the favor. You did not. Dayne, where have you gone? With mixed feelings, Carly

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Lectin Gaezat — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 05:37:28 -0500

Dear self, No matter what, don't try to kill yourself. Your marks are not worth that. Please, remember that tomorrow will not be the end of the world if it doesn't work out. Desperate, Lec

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BlueGonfalon — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 11:43:29 -0500

Dear Raz, Thanks darling. I will remember that. Love, Blue Dear Lectin, I mean this...DO NOT KILL YOURSELF. Please...It is not that bad. No mark, no matter how bad, is worth you killing yourself. You're worth so much more than that! And Lectin...we love you so much, and we would feel horrible if you weren't around anymore! Lec, this world would be so much darker without you in it. Please don't. Love you, Blue P.S. If you need to rant, you can PM me. Anytime. I mean it.

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Penna — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 12:39:35 -0500

To my Sarcastic Economics Teacher, I know you have been very generous in giving us 3 weeks for that piece of homework. However, for one of those weeks I am away and the other two are in November, and you haven't giving us proper instructions so I can do it now. What are you expecting me to do about this, hmm? Plus, car markets are exceedingly boring. Why can't we analyse the local chocolate market? K.

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Soophay — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 13:25:10 -0500

Dear parents. Thursday and Friday really? The two days I have plans for you decide would be the two days we'll go up North? I kno, I know it's to help me and for my benefit and all that, but honestly hours in the car and then maybe one hour of actually looking aorund uni's? Plus two days spent with just you guys? Now I don't know if you've noticed but we don't exactly get on all that well when forced to maintain each other's company. Please rethink? Love S Dear self, are you seriously putting J above your uni plans? You are really willing not to look at two of the uni's you picked out just because you have almost plans with him? Yes I know you haven't seen him for a while and you are panicking, but surely in the long run uni is more important. Speaking of which, do you seriously like N more or is it just because J likes it that you are considering it? You need to get a grip girl. Love S Dear J, Contact me please? I miss you and we need to talk. Much love S

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Luminosity.of.a.Shadow — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 15:00:54 -0500

Dear Genetic Paternal Donor(because you are not and have never been a father to me), I hate you. Honestly. I can fully say that without reservations, because I'm absolutely done with your retarded little games. It feels like some kind of runt's game of house, because we're not real family, we never have been. Just because I was unlucky enough to be born with your genes-and thank God that I take more after Mom than you- doesn't give you divine right to determine who I am. I'm old enough to know when something is my fault, and yeah, I don't deal fairly with you because I'm so biased against you. But I'm also old enough to recognize when something *isn't* my fault. And I know that your fundamental incapability of actually relating to me isn't mine. Let me sum up the point of this letter. Stop trying to make me a perfect doll to give off the illusion of being a perfect family, with a good father and a sweet daughter and a spunky son and a gorgeous wife. Me just pretending to be happy isn't enough to fix the marriage your issues screwed up so badly. Go to hell. Love? Are you stupid? Kati Dear Parental Donors, You claim that I am a part of this family. Actually, I'm not. I've been on the outside since Kenny was born. Since then, I've only been your babysitter, your maid. If I were a part of this family, you'd all actually give a d**** about *me*. Me, the person. My interests, my likes, dislikes, my opinions, my emotions. Me-Kati-not the little shards of personality that I veer between. Of course, that'd be easier if I knew who Kati was. If I hadn't been playing roles all this time to try and make you approve. But you have never let me be my solid self. I've been broken into thousands of personalities and I don't know anymore what's real. Isn't there a song like that? "My mask is growing heavy, but I've forgotten who's beneath." That's Anberlin. And honestly, I have to say Reclusion pretty much describes my life. Minus the lovers. Maybe if I gave into the temptation to tear open myself and let all the passion drain out, I'd be better off. If I just froze my emotions into a hard little lump and closed myself out from the world, I'd be able to cope with the way you treat me. Or maybe I'd have the balls to do something a little harsher than write a letter you'll never read. But I'm not quite willing to let you beat me that bad. They say pride is a sin-a mortal sin-but my pride is the only reason I'm still standing here and ready to take you. Two more years. Then I can change my name and leave. I won't let you crush me...I am a human being with worth of my own. And for now? I've got a list of the qualities a good girl lacks. And to think I really did try for a while. Kati P.S. No, I don't hate Kenny. I don't love him either. I FEEL NOTHING FOR OR ABOUT HIM. Am I abnormal for not loving my own kin? If I am, it's your fault-you broke the 'love' impulse in my psyche a long time ago. I can't even hug most people anymore-thanks so much.

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ARealHope — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 18:17:50 -0500

Dear Chocolate, Why do you make us sick when we eat too much of you?? We need you when we're depressed, but we don't need to feel sick! Why do you torment us in that way? Please stop. Yours truly, Hope

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Arazia — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 18:18:34 -0500

Dear C, I'll be your friend, but I won't be your rebound. Love, E

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uberskittlez — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 20:00:26 -0500

I'm back again. Dear Me, You need to stop believing people so easily. All it does it screw you over in the long run. Forget everything. If I was you, I would just run. Just run until there's no point in running anymore. But I guess I can't. Because there's too much to be done and, as always, you're the one who has to do it. Because no one is as competent and as forgiving as you. Love, The Better Version of Yourself.

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Artificial Asian — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 01:44:32 -0500

Dear Best Friend in the World It scares me so much when you talk like this. Please, please, please, don't do anything stupid. Just don't. It wouldn't be worth it. And I replied and I told you all that, and I told you how much you mean to me, and how devastated I would be to lose you, but you already left. You're offline somewhere, I don't know where, and I don't know what you're doing, and god I'm scared. Please come back, please come back alright... I need to know you're alright, just... please don't do anything. Please be too scared. I can't lose you knowing I was just too slow to reply.

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werekitty — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 10:58:21 -0500

Dear J, It would be nice if I could just get over you. But I can't! I've been trying! You're just too amazing for your own good. And it's making me suffer and hurt more than I need to. I just want to live my life and be happy right now, if that's possible. I don't know what I want from you, though. On the one hand, if you did like me, my whole world would turn upside down and I would be walking on air. But the chances of that are slim to none, aren't they? I should just accept that, I know. But you're the one guy who I can actually talk to, actually trust with the stuff that goes on in my life. You're the first guy who's actually cared enough to look past my faults and see me as I really am. So really, how can I not like you? And assuming I'm right and you don't like me, what am I supposed to do? Move on? Get over you? I've been trying for the past year or two and no progress to show for it. I really wish this didn't hurt so much all the time. horribly lost, kitty Dear life, Why don't *I* get any of the boys? It's really not fair. How am I still single? Is it because I have standards? :( I wish I could stop getting punished for doing what I'm supposed to. disheartened, kitty

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LEwolfwriter — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 11:24:38 -0500

I accidentially posted this in a different forum. I decided to move it here instead. Dear Mom and Dad, I'm two months into my freshman year in high school. My grades aren't the best, but I'm passing. I have a hard time juggling everything most of the time. There's waking up at 5 in the morning for that bible class, getting home and into school directly after said bible class, and then trying to fight for writing time after school with a million "friends" trying to chat me up over Gmail. I only want to I.M. ONE girl. Sometimes it seems like she’s the only person in the known Universe who understands any of the following. Well, now I'm going to write a novel in November. Again. I know I did this last year, and over the summer. You're probably thinking I should leave the writing business alone. Or, like dad so wonderfully put it, that I should be running out of steam by now because I rarely read anymore. “You need input to get output,” he said. Mom, you read a ton more than I do, so why don't I see YOU punching out multiple novels in a year? The truth is, my writing and my worlds are something that you non-writing parents probably will never understand. I've tapped into something special, and I refuse to let go of it any time soon. I hope you realize this by now. It hurts me how you're scheduling things and assigning me to stuff in the afternoon after school. When I protest, you tell me that writing isn't everything. That's what hurts. Sure I don't have school then, but I have writing, and that's just as important to me as school ever will be. In fact, it's even more important. School is teaching me no skills that I will be able to use in a future job. Writing, however, is. All I want is to write, and to be proud of what I can accomplish. There are millions of adults out there who have never been able to do what I, in my early teen years, have done repeatedly. Another time. For Columbus Day, we didn't have any school or bible study class. The week before, the other teens at the bible study class were talking nonstop about how they could sleep in. "Finally!" they said, "I can sleep!" "Finally!" I thought, "I can write!" I don't mean for any of this to come off as snobbish. It's just, I don't remember the last time you actually listened to something I've had to say. Oh, and remember back when I validated one of my CampNaNoWriMo novels and danced around the house celebrating? You told me off, mom. You said I could've been doing more important things than that. You said that I should've been studying and helping to get my grades up and that NaNoWriMo wasn't important. I didn't stop crying until I remembered what I had in mind for my NaNoWriMo 2011 plot. If it's still not sinking in, allow me to rephrase in terms that even dad will understand. I could do all sorts of things with my time after school. I could walk downstairs, turn on the TV, and watch garbage until dinner. I could talk to my friends on the phone about how boring my science teacher is. I could blast disturbing music, pick fights with family members, and curse when angry. Instead, I write. And all is well. Love, -LE

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HatchetGirl — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 12:04:24 -0500

Dear Tiger, If you find this letter, bring it to somebody to read to you. Please don't chew it; I know what you're thinking. When you first came into our family in July 2010, I thought that you'd never grow to like me. On the very first night, you bolted up and down the corridor, barking and growling at me. You happened to scare my younger sister because of that. She got over it, as she always does. The little girl was just acting melodramatic at the time. Somewhere along the way, things changed between us. I don't know if it was because I'm the one person in the house who doesn't mind constantly playing Tug of War with you, feeding you every morning and evening (and giving you a sneaky biscuit or two), taking you for nice long walks, or because I let you sleep at the end of my bed so you won't have to go out to the kitchen. Perhaps I forgot one, but with all these activities combined, you and I became closer and closer as the days passed. As of right now, I can't see what life would be like if you weren't here. I know that you have a much shorter lifespan than me, so that's why I'm appreciating every single moment I can pat your head, let you lay on my lap, and listen to your excited barks when I come home from school. Speaking of school, please don't whine anymore when I leave. It's only more than a few hours, and I'll always come back. So the next time I leave, don't be so sad, alright? I'll always return. Well, in short, I just want to say thank you for coming into my life. You've been a great addition, and I hope we'll continue to have these happy days. You're an amazing pup, Tiger, and don't you ever forget it. Yours Truly, Laura.

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GreaseLightning — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 14:44:02 -0500

Dear Director Who Shall Not Be Named, I hate you so much. You wanna know why, huh? It's because...I don't even know! All summer, I get to hang out with you and you talk to me, give me rides, and actually LISTEN to me like I'm real human being! You make me feel special and loved and appreciated and I can never thank you enough for that. You encourage my love of theatre and writing, and even ask ME-Cassy, socially awkward, crazy, slightly overweight, imperfect, not beautiful, nothing-special-about-me Cassy-to student direct, out of the other 100 kids you could've asked. I don't know why, but you did, and I love you for it. But then you turn around and ignore me. Maybe you don't mean to, maybe it's because you're busy, but I'm left hanging for 10 months, wishing I could talk to you about my problems and waiting for summer. And you know what? That fucking sucks that you don't have time for me. You make it seem like you care, and then I feel like you don't! You don't even realize how fucked up and fragile I really am. My God! Can't you just send me a text or email once in a while to see how I'm doing? I try, and I get no response from you! And it drives me crazy! I feel like you secretly hate me, and that makes me so upset, you don't even understand. I look up to you! You are my mentor and you are my hero! Why can't you see that, you selfish dick!? You said you would come see the play I was in over the weekend, and yet you never came. You never gave me a reason or messaged me or told me why you couldn't come, you just left me hanging, even when I posted on your Facebook Wall asking why. And then you made me feel so stupid! I cried in the bathroom for half an hour when you didn't come! I was THAT upset! There's also the tiny fact that I've been in love with you since last summer, and you're married! Yes, I mean that! I am in love with you and always have been. I know you love your wife and would never leave her for some 16-year-old teenage weirdo, but I can't help it, I love you. And now I'm crying again. So thanks a lot for being the only man to ever make me cry. I hate myself for being so weak, but I just can't, I love you, I mean that. So fuck you! -Cassy

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Marichosa — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 15:27:00 -0500

Dear *****, I'm not happy in our relationship anymore, but I can't bring myself to break up with you. All you ever talk about is YOUR problems and never seem to pay any attention to me. Sure, you give me hugs and stuff, as well as sweet talk me online, but what ever happened to displaying affection once the computer is turned off? Also, everything seems to be going well for you. Remember those friends we both lost when we got together? You're the only one who has them back. I lost my best friend and broke her heart because I thought that I really, really loved you. You didn't get bullied by them because of our decision, either. I did. Well, whatever. ~ Your Princess Dear Ex Best Friend Who's Heart I Broke In Two Then Stepped On, I am so sorry. I seriously don't think you'll ever understand how sorry and guilty I feel everyday for what I did to you, even though I truly didn't mean it. I'm stupid, you know that, and sometimes I don't think right. Despite our many feuds, you were my best friend who I could tell anything to, and now every time I see you, you can't even look me in the eye. Whenever I hear that you're not feeling well or something in your life isn't going quite right, I feel sad, too. Nothing would make me happier then to hear you talk to me again, or to feel your arms wrap around me, or to see that funny little face you would always make when I made comments about your "bookshelf", only to be followed by a good-natured prod at one of my many silly flaws. Lately, people have been telling me that you want to talk again, but I'm too nervous that I'll screw up everything all over again. I miss you. ~ The Screw-Up

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Hikiro-Lauren — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 22:38:28 -0500

Dear Hanna, Youre awesome and a cool best friend but I won't be all nice anymore if you keep raggIn on how I read all the times and like anime. Anime and reading'backwords'books is not "lllllaaaammmmeeee" as you've previously posted on my facebook. I don't care if you "don't take crap from anyone" I'm not gonna takehah crap from you. -Lauren Dear Mr. Niles, You need to realize that this is the first play ive been in and I know I'm not the best actor. I understand that knowing your lines is very important and I know all of mine except for about 2, but that doesn't give you reason to threaten to cancel our play. It is a school play. If you think that I'd be fine with you canceling out play after 1 1/2 months of working my butt off, 2 hours after school every single day, and giving up all my days off plus Sunday's, think again! And I'm sorry but play does not go over work and school, so stop freaking out about Sierra and Amanda are late to practice for those reasons. And saying this has been the worst play he's done in the 50 years you've do e plays doesn't help us at all. -Lauren

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royalturtledove — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 23:29:37 -0500

Dear Blogspot, Please work. I love you dearly, but when you're being so insufferably slow and freezing my computer so I have to use the ctrl. alt. delete buttons, it makes me sad. Love, Sofia

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Paroso — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:08:35 -0500

Dear- If a way existed to have ended the pain another way, I would have found it for you. If a way existed to make things more bearable for you, I would have accepted it. If there were an alternative not so painful for either of us, I would have gone through with it. Truth be told, I still care about you, far more than you know. If it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have even survived this long. Finally, though, I don't think I can make it much longer, especially not without you. I need you now, if you ever want me to need you again, because in not very long, I'm going to break a promise. I'm sorry if it ends this way. I can't make it any longer. Please now that I never, ever meant to hurt you. If I could undo us ever having met, believe me I would. It would make this so much easier for you, just to hear about another one. Nothing personally invested. I warned you from the beginning, and you said you could handle it. Of course, I knew that I'd get hurt at some point, but I never imagined it quite this way. So then, here's where we stand: I love you. You say you still love me. We're both dying, and the very last thing that I hope to do in my life is see you smile. Honey, if I die under a bridge, my last wish isn't going to come true. Darling... if worse comes to worst, then you will find a link to this in your email, and you'll understand it perfectly. I know you will. You'll also know where to look for the other seventy-eight pages of this, I assume. If you don't, then take your best guess. I'm not that difficult to figure out. At the time of writing this out, I am open to alternatives, and I'm going to make one last fight. One more. I don't know how I'm going to do this without you, but I suppose I'm just going to have to overcome. I'll be dwelling on your smile. You were my sunshine first. With love from the dying rays of sunset

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Lectin Gaezat — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 03:28:47 -0500

Dear G, I don't know why, but I saw the montage you made for your class and it had that exact song I sent you once. The only song, I should mention, that I ever linked you to. I've never heard you mention you liked the singer, nor have I seen you ever react to it - we moved on from the conversation with you never saying anything. And to be frank, I'm not even sure if you're the one who made the montage. It easily could have been - and it as easily could have not. I don't know if you had a say in influencing that song choice, but my heart refuses to see it as anything else. I'm trying to desperately not get my hopes up - because I am trying to let you be free in a way that doesn't shackle you to broken, despicable me. That song was an impossibly special song to me - and the tenuous hope I have that you were the one who put it there, as a special, secret message - it breaks me. Our ways are going to diverge even more next year, when we move on to pre-college streams. We're going to work in different areas of speciality - and chances are I won't ever bump into you in school except maybe once a year. I'm going to miss you a ton, and I know that. You're still there on MSN, I suppose - but that small glimpse of you I get each day when I get to school is something I cherish as well. I'm sorry, but I still do kind of love you. With regret and hope, That Boy Who Has A Clone Of You Behind A Closed Door.

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Lynnielois — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 13:42:56 -0500

Dear S, I guess I thought that things were going well, that for just once, I actually had friends. I guess I was just wrong. I guess I will always be wrong when I think I have friends. Because you don't care, honestly. And I know it. You don't care about the fact that I might move to Arkansas, you just care that you don't want to move to Montana. You don't care about my story. You care about yours. I finally, finally found a friend who I thought I could tell anything. And you're pissed off at me for dressing our virtual babies without your permission because they are 'yours' and now you're ignoring me? What the actual crap, dude? And I joined the drama team because I felt so alone, but I'm afraid those feelings are about to come back sevenfold since you've dropped me like a hot tamale. I'm trying to be patient and wait for things to work out, but they never have. Why should they now? I thought we were going to be at one point 'best' friends. But I don't even know. So have fun with 'all of your other friends' and don't worry about me, because if I do move, I won't be leaving much behind. - Carolyn.

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BlueGonfalon — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 11:31:17 -0500

Dear Anne and Katie, I can't imagine how hard this is for you. I don't know your dad, but I don't want you to lose him. Now that he's gone into hospice, and the doctors have given up...you'd think you'd give up hope. But...you're so strong. You still trust that God can heal him. You are the sweetest, strongest girls I know. I'm praying for you. I can't send this letter to you because I don't want to keep reminding you of all that's wrong in your life. I want you to be able to enjoy your last few weeks? days? with your dad. Love you, Blue

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Paroso — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 13:58:05 -0500

Dear influenza, I'm freaking hungry. Sincerely, Eva

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Izumi_Michi — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 14:14:16 -0500

Dear snow, Please take a detour tomorrow. I'm sure there are people elsewhere that would simply love to have it. I was so sure we agreed last year, no snow until November! Is it November yet? No, not quite. Was H calling the panda bears purple again? I know they hate that. Just...ask them to direct your ugly clouds elsewhere! I could really due without your slushy wetness. Sincerely, Me.

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Lectin Gaezat — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 03:35:06 -0500

Dear Brother, I honestly hate you. You give me no reason to like you, and you give me no respect. I don't see why I should give you any, so here's this. I'm just going to not speak to you for the rest of my life. I've gone through with not speaking to sis for about 4 years before, so here we go again. [bleep!] you, Lec

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cookme25 — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 08:34:44 -0500

Dear A, I hate you. You don't respect the fact that I won't tell you everything because I'm not a s*** who broadcasts everything to the world. I get that I wouldn't tell you a simple thing because then I'm letting you win. Also, was the comment about how our losing of the review game being all my fault really necessary? The only reason I apologized for getting the question wrong was because I knew the answer I just wasn't quick enough. Cook Dear R, You're my best friend. You get why I love Castle (heck, I'm glad that you found the marathon the one day). You totally see my passion with writing plus you get me. Don't ever lose touch when we have to go to college. Cook Dear C, Yes, you're a freshman. I don't care and neither does R, you're still totally awesome. Stay awesome chick. Cookie Dear Freshman, Yes, you are lower than me but I'm still hanging out with ya cause you're awesome Cookie

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Princess_Missy — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 12:07:30 -0500

Dear workload, Please get thinner and go away. I have too much to focus on (like, um, a NOVEL??) to worry about passing half my subjects, okay? So just go do yourself, homework. Still complaining, Melissa

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.antebellum. — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 13:42:12 -0500

Dear boyfriend, Thank you for getting back on the caffeine. I really appreciate being able to talk to you again without you snapping and getting silent and ignoring me. However, this is no excuse for the way you treated me last week. I know you were tired and stressed and caffeine-deprived, but still. You were inconsiderate and, well, for lack of a better word, mean. I don't want to call you a jerk, because that's a harsh word. But I really didn't enjoy the way you were this week. Lemme explai... Monday: you started off the week by being in a bad mood. Tuesday morning: you were nice again and complimented me and whatnot. Tuesday afternoon: you made me cry three times in the course of about two and a half hours...and then acted normal...and then suggested that we take a break. Then you ignored my text about it. Wednesday morning: you acted just about the same as Tuesday afternoon. You didn't seem to care that I was about a foot away from you, crying my eyes out. But then you read the note I wrote you... Wednesday afternoon: you took back what you said, kissed me, and said we'd talk later and work through it. But then we didn't. Thursday morning: we were back to makig out between 1st and 2nd...and I suppose we glossed over the whole issue of Tuesday and Wednesday. You even texted me first for a change, even though you'd been ignoring my texts for the past week. Friday: everything was back to normal. So maybe we worked through it...but please, never put me through that again. I love you. Caitlyn English teacher: Your expectations are SO realistic! It's incredible. It's like you realize that students have no other classes or extracurricular activities or obligations, so you assign as much work as possible to fill up the voids in our empty lives. Thank you! -____- Caitlyn

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Arazia — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 14:09:56 -0500

Dear internet, Stop being so distracting! I have a lot of homework to do! Emily Dear K, Get online? Please? Emily

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leeleewolf — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 06:05:16 -0500

Dear Computer, Yes, I DID want to see the blue screen of death the day before NaNo starts. THANK YOU SO MUCH. /end sarcasm -Me

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Ink_Stained_Midnight — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 06:42:08 -0500

Dear Drake, Are you really that oblivious, or do you just not like me? I've spent the entire school year trying to get your attention. I knew you were the one the first day, when you came in on crutches and waved to all of us. I thought you liked me too. We laughed, we joked, we sang really obnoxiously, we sat beside each other at lunch...was it just not there for you? Listen, Bayli's a great girl. Really sweet and funny, just like you. I hope you guys are perfect for each other. But will you do me a favor? Just remember me and that empty seat on the other side of the cafeteria. You're welcome to it whenever you'd like it back. Love, J

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Lectin Gaezat — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 10:10:46 -0500

Dear Mother, Where did we go wrong? We just cried, and you might feel better. I don't. I genuinely don't know what you want anymore. Love? I've never had any love, or at least the type I know how to give to you. You think I can't see, that I can't tell you're facing problems - I can see it all. I see everything in our family, as much as you believe you and dad don't think I do. You say that we can always talk. That's never true. I can't talk to you about anything that matters dearly to me. Maybe you wish that you had a son that could talk about girls. Mom, I want to talk about boys. I wish I could tell you all about this crush I have on a fantastic man who I have been in love with for so many years. But you know, every time on television when we see something even as simple as a kiss you condemn them. Mom, I can't talk to you. I don't know what we can talk about. I am afraid to talk to you. Emotion is not something that I can deal with. You know, I was shattered emotionally for getting the lowest in my class for English. I wanted to hide that. Why? I think it's because I wanted to give you happiness in a way that didn't require me to be honest with you. Our culture itself works against this - you know we are driven by all the materialistic things. You know that most of us aren't emotional people, we rarely display anything honest about ourselves. I have reached the point that I wish we could simply be distant friends. You miss your son, you miss your friend. I miss you more mom. I don't think you know how much I miss you. I miss talking to you about stupid things and hugging you and talking normal stuff. I don't even know why I'm crying at my screen monitor and unable to make a sound. When we were crying just now all I could do was let the tears come down my face and not say a word. I've lost my ability to talk to you, and I can't even tell you that. I'm emotionally wrecked. This year has caused me more pain than any other year prior to this. You say you've never given me standards. I tell you that those words gave me so much grief. I don't know what you want of me in life except to be happy. But I can tell that you're not happy with what i have. I can tell you want me to be better. That's why I work so hard, that's why I keep my extra job giving children in distant neighborhoods, work till 2 am and study my [censored!] for my results. I want to be successful. I want to make you feel like you didn't raise a failure of a child. I don't know if it's just me and this is all in my head but all I can imagine right now is that you're going to take an aspirin and tell dad that 'I've failed again'. I've only ever cried because of you. Father beating me. I kept quiet, I didn't cry. My siblings wage hate against me. I don't give a damn. My school lets me down and my teachers silently give me these looks that tell me I've failed - I don't shed a tear. You are the only [censored!] person I've ever been moved to cry for. And I'm [censored!] stuck. I can't do anything, I'm stuck in this stupid cycle and I can't do shit about it. I can't make you happy, I can't make myself happy, I feel like a failure, I can't talk to anyone honestly, my friends are people I am ready to never see again and I've beaten myself up so much about this and told myself 'I'm going to get it right this year', and all I can say right now is I didn't make it again. I didn't [censored!] make it. NaNo is my refuge. I'm wrecked and I am not going to make my own goals for this. I'm not going to be in any shape to do any writing for the rest of the week. I can't write when I'm emotionally screwed over. I can't do anything anymore and all I can do is watch myself fail again. And I can't even feel angry about this because all I can feel right now is this sense of [censored!] guilt. Tell me, how am I supposed to be happy? I don't even know anymore. Lec

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jasa159357 — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 10:18:01 -0500

Dear me, STOP WATCHING YOUTUBE AND GET SERIOUS IT STARTS IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS!!!!!! From Myself and I Dear mom, Please let me use the good computer the next month Thanks Jacob

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IamSamThisIsMe — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 11:07:48 -0500

Hurrah for the Nerdfighter above me ^^ :D Dear Mother, I love going out with you, and I love that Sue is staying with us, but please, do not invite her to sttay and then take me out on October 31st. Don't you know that it has been renamed NaNoPlanDay. Now, I have no plan, and no time to plan, and I am starting to write at midnight, come what may From me Dear Giles Brandreth, You'd better be hilarious this evenong Me

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NobodyFair — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 06:49:22 -0500

Dear Albert Its only day one and I've already fallen in love with you. You are a crazy, dishevelled and amusing character. AND you work in a book shop. Why are you fictional? gawd dangit. Meg

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 11:45:49 -0500

Dear jerk in drama class, Shut the heck up with the offensive jokes!! OMG you are horrible I want to kill you, and it takes a lot to get that reaction. Lets review what you did: You made fun of homeschoolers calling them anti-social and dumb among other things I will not repeat on the internet. Don't you realize half of your classmates are homeschooled? Think before you open your big mouth next time. You then proceed to make gay jokes. Yeah, no one is drama is gay, but you don't know that. One of my best friends is gay, so shut up about it or I'll mess up your face. And coming in last, but definitely not least, you made racist jokes and loads of racial slurs. Yeah, we're a whole bunch of white kids, but that does not mean any of us should be making jokes about others even if there aren't any of them in the group, that's just tasteless. Basically I freakin hate you. I'm so glad we don't have scenes together, because if we did...well I'll leave that up to your imagination. ~One seriously pissed off girl

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BlueGonfalon — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 12:26:34 -0500

Dear Self, WRITE. Love, Blue Dear Plot, Please work with me...please? Love, Blue Dear Characters, Oh, right, yeah...just annoy me from January until October 31st and then come November 1st, just shut up and be all dry and lifeless. Yeahhhh, thanks! LOVE YOU TOO! Blue

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werekitty — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:07:21 -0500

Dear Novel, You're lovely and I do wish I could write you. But this is going to be the roughest month yet. Trying my best, kitty dear internet. REALLY????????????? You just HAD to die on me right at midnight when I had already stayed up very late working on projects? ALL I WANTED WAS TO WRITE. But YOU had to go and ruin that. Not happy, kitty Dear wordcount, Do you think you could manage to go a little higher? kitty Dear H, thanks for being willing to rescue my reputation like that. To have something like that come from a guy is truly awesome. :) And thanks for being the one person who can make me smile and laugh no matter what. Don't ever stop being you. kitty(:

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hope247 — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:30:57 -0500

Dear M, I am kinda maybe falling in love with you. Love A Dear self, You need to do something with your life. I know you are tired, and I know that whatever's on TV seems SO much more interesting then attending school lectures, but get yourself together! A Dear internet, It would be greatly appreciated if you decided to start working ALL THE TIME, and not just when you feel like it. I have school to complete, a novel to write and emails to check. Thanks A

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LizardBoyd77 — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 19:04:25 -0500

Alright... Here I go... Dear parents, The movie ended TEN MINUTES AGO. Please, I’m begging you, stop fooling yourselves and saying that I’m still crying because of the sad ending. Love, Your (depressed) daughter Dear Axel, No, you never led me on. No, we never seriously flirted. But, God, I wish we had. Then I’d have some justification as to how I feel. I was there for you through your break up with D. I was there for you when you had girlfriend problems with J. I begged you not to kill yourself (and thankfully you didn’t). I sent you at least twenty texts when you didn’t text me back after you said that you were running from the police and were going to kill yourself. You’re the only one that I feel completely comfortable with, talking about anything and everything. With anyone else, I feel like I’ll be judged. You never do that. You listen to me and offer advice and care. You make me feel special. Why can’t you see that I’m falling for you? Love, Me Dear Anjali, I was terrified to tell you this, but I need to get it out. Actually, it’s a HUGE deal to me whether or not we go to the same college. You recently learned about my self-harm and possibly suicidal thoughts. I realize this sounds desperate and clingy, but you’re my best friend. The thought of us going to college together was the only thing that made me look forward to the future. It was basically the only thing that kept me going. And now I’m beyond scared that you don’t want to go with me. That you don’t want to be my best friend. That you’re sick of me. These thoughts… I’ve been good lately, I swear. No more new cuts for over a week. But thinking about college without you, thinking about you not liking me anymore, that makes me want to scream and cry and curl up and hurt myself again. I know I’m being melodramatic. I know I need to get over myself. But I can’t. I t’aime you, my sister, and I can’t do this without you. Love, The BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF Dear friends with boyfriends, Yes, you’re adorable together. Yes, I love the cute stories you tell me about the sweet things he does for you. But, you know that I like a guy. So please, stop rubbing the fact that you have a boyfriend and I don’t in my face. It hurts. Love, Me Dear Marco, You may not remember what you did to me back in freshman year, but I remember perfectly. You called me a bitch, a slut, a whore, a waste of space. You said I was ugly, fat, and stupid. Pizza face. Thunder thighs. Chubby belly. You told me to kill myself, that no one will ever love me. Do you even realize what your words did? I already had low self-esteem, thanks. I was already awkward and scared. And now? I doubt myself constantly. I cut myself. I feel fat and worthless. I don’t talk to people outside of a very small group because I’m terrified of being judged. I hope you’re happy. Sincerely, Me

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Arazia — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 19:36:13 -0500

Dear C, Thanks for letting me talk to you. I'm glad that I can talk to you about anything, and I'm glad you feel the same way. I'm so thankful that you are my friend. Love, E

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 23:19:22 -0500

Dear B, I love you little buddy, never forget that. I feel so blessed that you trust me with your secrets. Please remember that you can always come to me about anything. ~Unconditional Love of a Sister in Christ Dear 18 months older than me cousin, First off stop posting porn on facebook, our grandparents see it and are furious with you for it. Second thing, You know who made me into this? You know who made this hard hearted, slightly violent, hurting, nerd girl? You did. All your constant teasing, snide remarks, and physical abuse during Jr High made me who I am. Did you know that I had my suicide note ready in sophomore year? Thanks be to God for saving me, because if he didn't, I'd be dead and it would be on your conscious. And for you information, I could get a man if I wanted to, I'm just waiting for the right one. Unlike you mr. "New girlfriend every month." ~Recovering Dear Parents, Great job you've done, you never knew what I nearly did to myself a couple years ago. If only you had actually paid attention you would have known what was going on in my hand. I'm an actress, and a darn good one at that, I hid my feelings in plain sight and you still missed them. ~Recovering

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_lunalongbottom — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 00:50:17 -0500

Dear Robert, How dare you disrepect me and get a girlfriend one month after we split up T_T And to add insult to injury, we're going to have to live together next year because it was such a great idea at the time. Then you broke up with me and I'm stuck. Fan-fucking-tastic. Bastard. Chynna

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Arazia — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 05:24:14 -0500

Dear _lunalongbottom, I love your username and your profile picture. Love, E Dear K, COME BACK TO SCHOOL. I miss you. Love, E Dear Mr. V, Shut up and let us figure it out. Our screams don't have to be harmonized for the scene to look good! Frustrated, E

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OzJackal — Wed, 02 Nov 2011 06:10:02 -0500

Dear popular kids. You're irritating, you mess around in class and tend to make me want to tear your vocal chords from your throats. You've made me probably the only good student left in the bloody class despite the fact you tried harder than I think you ever have in your life to make me try to join your group. No, I hate your American accents, you're Australian. Pull your heads out of your backsides before I decide to finally start screaming you little dickheads down. Yes, you have girlfriends, yes, you're "Hipsters and cool and smart" Shut up. Some of us take a bit longer than others. We can't change how we are and some of us are actually proud of doing what we do. Think twice before you judge and decide to irritate me. Dear my "friends" You can say what you like about me but when you decide that it's more fun to keep a "friendship going" just to make fun of me, that's when you go too far. Not only did you cost me the friendship of the two of you, you also cost me the friendship I care about more than almost anyone else. My brilliant maths teacher. Thank you sir, for being a brilliant teacher and making an effort to try and teach me. It's really unnecessary, you've seen my grades and while you think I'm a "clever boy" my interests lie in psychology and in helping others. I'll let you do what you want with the class but mathematics isn't an issue. Writing and psychology are things I love. Please don't take it the wrong way but ultimately I will end up writing in the maths exam. Sorry sir. My darling closest friends. I love you all, you're all people who I will walk to the ends of the earth for. Even the newer members of our group might not know the effect they have on me, but I think you guys are the best. To the lovely girls in the group, the same. I know I'm not the best looking guy in the world...far from it. Hopefully one of you can see past that. Dying a 70 year old virgin doesn't really sound like a fun plan. You'll never know my closest friends call me Jackal for a reason. G'night my friends...

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Daedhira Dhna — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 08:41:08 -0500

Brain - Get yourself together. For f***s sake. You don't need to go into weird depressed mode and hibernate for a few days. So you're having a bit of touch withdrawal. NORMAL PEOPLE DON'T GET TOUCH WITHDRAWAL. FFS LEARN TO FUCTION LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. Because you're driving me insane. And don't you dare cry now. Your f***ing mission. Get it together and DON'T let her know how sh**ily f***ed up you really are. This chance isn't going to come again for a long long time. Gorgeous - I love you. I'm NOT in love with you, but i do love you. And you're amazing. And i kind of want to fix everything messed up for you. And i'm trying really hard not end up dependant on you. I won't do that again. Lucy - I refuse to call you. I'm going to get this together myself, I am. I may have forgiven you, i may be over you, but i won't be dependant on you anymore. I WON'T. Classroom - please please PLEASE be empty. Because I think i need to curl up somewhere and cry.

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zemoszi — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 15:44:37 -0500

Dear Mom, I love you, and I know that you love me, too. Now, you tell me that all the time. Mom, why did it take 120 miles of distance for that to happen? I know that I don't work hard enough, that I rely on talent not hard work. I'm sorry that I don't want to be a doctor. I'm sorry for not believing in God as much as you do. I am sorry for not smiling or answering sometimes. Please, try to understand, Mom. Sometimes, it hurts to smile. Sometimes, I have to swallow the words in my throat because I love you, too. I know those words would hurt you and probably make you cry. I cried, too. A lot of times, I lay awake at night, crying, writing. And you never notice. Not even when we share a room. Let's get stay where we are right here, okay? Maybe one day, we can meet in the middle, but visiting each other at either side seems to work now. I'm okay, Mom. Sincerely,

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Chanit_Henellia — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 15:52:34 -0500

Dear Mother Dearest, I know you don't believe in depression. And I know you think that cutters are fake. And that's why I haven't talked to you before. That's the reason for the scratches on my arm right now. Because I was too scared to tell you how I felt, because I knew that you would just tell me to suck it up. So, I know you're going to feel hurt if you get this, but let me tell you- I hurt too. I hurt knowing that I can't ever tell my mom anything that I'm feeling because she'll think I'm a big, fat, faker! Because she'll think I'm a wimp. Because apparently it's more wimpy to actually tell someone you're depressed and try to get help than it is to suck it up, deal, and then cave in and cut yourself? Yeah, right. Please, I just wish you'd understand that my "ill tempered moods" are because I'm fighting not to start crying. That I get mad when you interrupt me when I'm writing because that's the only time I feel happy. Writing is the only way I have to tell anyone how I feel. Don't cut me off from it. Or I'll cut myself. Love, Your daughter. Dear 6 month brother sitting on my lap, Stop biting my arm with your teeth. It hurts. T'anks. ~Your Big Sis

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Alatariel — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 15:59:51 -0500

Dear Maths Teacher, Please, just stop being such an idiot and teach me the stupid thing so I don't fail the exam and end up working at Dixons. Also, you're so ridiculously loud for absolutely no reason and it gives me a headache. Also, stop hovering over me when I'm trying to do equations; it makes me feel uncomfortable. Also, why do you make us do a random combination of questions, like Q1, Q2 and then Q10 and Q13? They're all pretty much the same anyway, what does it matter? Look, I get that you haven't been at our school very long and you're trying to get our class to like you, but I swear it's counter-productive, and I'm not the only one who thinks so. Just, please, GROW UP and act like the authority figure you're supposed to be instead of one of the kids, because it's doing my head in. And if you come up with a stupid nickname for me like you've done with most of the rest of the class I swear I might actually hit you. That's how much I'm beginning to dislike you. Also, what are the circle theorems? Am I going to need it, because you just gave me the questions without explaining it, and I'm so confused... Sincerely, Me.

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charmseer — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 16:34:36 -0500

Dear Austin, Two things: a. you need to figure out how to be independent, every pretty girl you meet is not going to fall for you and be with you forever. just because a girl is beautiful does not mean she is the one for you. It's time to get over her, it's not going to happen. she may love you but she is 19. it's sort of illegal! also you really need to tell someone other than me about your parents. someone will believe you, especially CPS. Love, your cousin Dear Kaylee, just because I dont do drugs, drink copious ammounts of alcohol and have sex with every guy who'll buy me dinner doesnt mean i'm a loser. actually, it kinda means youre a slut. so dont try to exclude me from everything. I dont want to fight with you, so stop the drama and leave me alone. sincerely, your cousin. Dear stupid guys, stop flirting with girls via humiliation. it doesnt work, and its really hurtful. -Charm

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goblingirl — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 18:18:09 -0500

Dear Eighth Graders, Okay. I get it. You think it's uncool to put time and effort into memorizing your lines and your dances. I understand! But think about this: how do you think it will look when you're up onstage in front of a hundred-odd people and you're just standing there like an idiot because you don't know what line to say next and you don't know your character or the play well enough to improvise? How is it going to look when you're dancing and you're going left while everyone else is going right? How is it going to look when we have to run a scene as best we can without you because you didn't learn your cues and weren't ready on time? Pretty freaking uncool, I think. Love, Your Prop Mistress

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Misty_Karen — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 18:54:12 -0500

Dear Chemisty Teacher, I'm sorry that I'm absent and late a lot. Honestly, though, there's no reason to contact my guidance counselor about missing too many of your lessons when I'm such a good student. I've been sick for two months straight and we can't afford a doctor, so get off your high horse and stop screwing around with my school life. You think I WANT to be sick? No, I don't. You think I'm LYING? Yeah, I'm not. Unlike most people, I enjoy school. I detest missing it so many days so early in the year; it's not my fault. Get off my case. And, yes, I'm purposely not doing my homework to piss you off more, and it's probably not helping your dislike for me or my GPA, but I'm enjoying your anger tremendously. Your third best student, MK - Dear Best Friend, I know you like me, and I'm sort of getting annoyed that you're beating around the bush, talking about your crush but too afraid to ask me out. Wimp. Ask me out already so I can get the rejection over with and go on with my life. Your bittersweet crush, MK - Dear Immature Teenagers Residing At My School, I would prefer that you stopped spreading nasty rumours about my friends and me. I have to get my boyfriends outside of school because so many weird ideas were stuffed in the boys in our school's heads by girls with too little self confidence to get a man without using dirty tricks to make the most confident girls seem like invalids. You already admitted you're afraid to confront me because I can and will kick your arse the second you throw a punch. I don't like violence, but I like self defense. Luckily for you, I know how to tear you apart with words so it doesn't get to that; I've sent more than one of your kind running away in tears. So knock it off. And you don't get the pleasure of the first punch if it's one of my friends you're talking about... I'm protective and proud of it. My friends aren't your stomping grounds, you pigs. That chick in the corner watching you dig your own graves, MK - Dear Mom, I love you, but a little more freedom would be nice. I actually have friends this year. Love, Your Daughter

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Artificial Asian — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 23:20:23 -0500

Dear Mom, I am the sixteen year old, it is my job to be the moody little whiner who constantly thinks she's being victimized. It is not yours. Just because I don't fill the job all the time doesn't mean you have to make up for it. Asking if you'd prefer to watch the movie another time because you seem to be concentrating on your game more than the movie and missing a lot of the visual jokes is not yelling at you for not paying attention. Thanks much, Your daughter

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Horsefeathers 151 — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 23:32:08 -0500

Dear James, Thank you for making my summer so super complicated. Thank you for stealing my heart and then leaving. Thank you for making my stay awake for hours at night in depression. No, I mean no big deal right? Its not like I sat there for hours remembering that one night we danced to that one song. Its not like I turned to my writing to keep my mind off of you. Its not like that writing I did turned into poems about that one blissful week I had with you. So, thanks, thanks for breaking my heart. -Broken Dear Overly Dramatic Girls, Please get over yourself. Your hair is fine, your makeup is fine, your nails are fine. If you looked any better you'ed be made of plastic. -Annoyed Dear Casey, Just wanted to let you know that for some reason I kind of love you. Yes, I know the only words I've spoken to you were, "Do you want cheese with that?' When you ordered that chilli dog from me, something about you made my heart feel again. You are the only thing that got me through James. So please just talk to me? Because I'm out of chilli related toppings. -Only six words.

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Swiftflame — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:04:18 -0500

Mike, I'm rather thrilled about your willingness to hang out with me. I've squished on your from afar for a couple years now and have always thought you were awesomely quirky and intelligent. I'd try to go out of my way to talk with you, but I'm just too shy. So here's to hoping our Youth Groups get together more and with enough disorganized time for me to somehow end up having a conversation with you. No, lots of conversations. All of them as interesting and fun as you. Oh. And When you laugh when hyper, it's so scary... and really funny and cool. --That girl who doesn't fit in

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xfearlesslykiki — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:27:12 -0500

Dear people who hate themselves, Don't forget, you're absolutely lovely. I may not know you, but you're worth something. You just haven't found it, or realized it yet. Dear best friend, I am pissed. Well, not super, over the top pissed, just upset. Why is it that I am always the one going on Twitter to talk to you? Why is it never that you come on Gmail or some other site to talk to me? I do not understand. You call yourself my best friend, but every day, it seems like you could do fine without me. Whenever I talk to you, you respond with one word replies. With everyone else, you actually carry on conversations. I'm sick of this. I thought you cared, but not enough to talk to me, to ask me what's up. You live halfway across the country, so it's already 10pm and your bedtime the minute I get on the computer. I spent an all-nighter making that picture for you, and all you gave me was "Thanks, I like it." So is that all? Really? Do you not realize that I have feelings, too? I make sacrifices to talk to you, and yet, you don't. What is this? Seriously. I don't know, girl. We've been friends for two years, but it feels like everything is falling apart. I daresay you have another best friend now - another, not new - but Michelle is nice, and it is not her fault. It used to be that if I said I was fine, you'd ask me what was really wrong, but that's not true anymore. Lately it seems like I don't know what to say. I text you, but you only respond to every other text. When I do find the time to talk to you, sometimes you blatantly refuse, or say that you want to go to bed. And the next time, you say, "Sorry about that. I felt like I needed sleep." And I go "It's okay. Sleep is good." and I forgive you. I wonder when this will ever stop, if it ever will. You told me, that you wanted Jesse to miss you, the way you missed him, and needed him. Isn't it the same if we're friends? Or was I wrong to believe that friends were meant to support each other in times of need? When I want to talk to you, every other time it comes out "And really? I don't give a fuck." What's up with you? When did you not care about anything anymore? I understand your life is difficult, but face it, MINE IS TOO. To be honest, I don't even bother anymore. I don't know. I really don't know. This... this refusal to listen to anything I say, is really over the line. Twitter merely has these few characters, so I can never say anything important to you. You're not anywhere else, you don't go anywhere else except Twitter. I've told you many, many times that I HATE Twitter, that I'm going to quit, but I don't. Why? because you want me to. Stop it, stop it. Stop it, please. Let me go, or hold on to me. Stop pretending like I'm still.your best friend, because I don't feel like it anymore. I feel like I have no best friend, just a bunch of close friends like you. If I asked you who my teachers were, what classes I take, you would know. Last year, you did, at least. It's already three months into the school year and yet, you don't know anything about me. I mean what the heck? You don't know what happened with Brendell in gymnastics, even though it's been going on since spring of this year. You don't know what she does. All you do is say you want to kill her when I tell you, but that really doesn't help. Firstly, you live halfway across the country. Secondly, She's already hurting me. So killing her, instead of empathizing, does NOT actuallly help. Oh, and because my life is on Google Buzz, NOT Twitter, which is oh-so-lovely, you don't know anything. I don't know what to do anymore. I miss you, but you're clearly not making an effort to reconnect or anything. In fact, all you say is "Yeah, you're busy. Okay." and leave it at that. Not "Where have you been?" You can't have a decent conversation on Twitter. Which is why I'm quitting, and only keeping the other account. Now let's see if you care enough to find me someplace else. If not, that's a symbol of the fact that you don't care. I love you, I really do. You're my best friend, and have been for over two years. But I feel cheated. I feel like you don't care anymore, that I don't have a best friend anymore. You act like you don't need me, which is understandable, since I have friends in real life that you perceive as my best friends. But they're not my best friends, not like you. I haven't known them since September of '09. And I'm doing Nanowrimo this month, and they're the ones supporting me. Not you. Does anyone see something wrong here? Whatever happened to meeting up and hanging out all the time after we graduated from high school, girl. Whatever happened to that. It's like you don't care anymore. Sincerely, Can't go back ( Kikifreena ) P.S. You hardly go by lexikina, even though I go by Kikifreena every now and then. Anyone see something wrong? ) okay, I might actually send that letter. who knows. Dear Brendell, Thank you for making it true that age is not just a number. Seventh grade, you're in. And I'm in high school. Let me ask, are you balancing time between a sleep disorder, three honors classes, 1 AP class, 2 SATs, my own extensive birthday party, as well as 4 clubs and animal shelter volunteer work, between Nanowrimo and other stuff? "You're in high school. You're an old grandma." Well that makes you a little kid. Hey child, wake up and smell the roses. Age is just a number baby. (just a number) I won't be hurt by you anymore I'm qutting, I'm quitting gymnastics Stop making it so that everyone in class hates me. Just because I'm older than you lot of children, doesn't mean I'm weird, or emo, or whatever you called me the last time. One day, you say I look like a fifth grader for no particular reason, the next, you say I'm an old grandma, then emo, then weird, then nice. Are you bipolar or something? I don't get it. But you're really making my Friday afternoons stupid. I don't want to see you or any of your accomplices ever again. All you want is to just be popular, and since i'm different from everyone else, I'm not fitting of your acceptance. I don't mind if you ignore me, i really don't. Just pick one - either I exist, and you talk to me like a human being like everyone else, or I don't, and you can stop hurtling the insults. Sincerely, Sick of You

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shadow:six — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 07:43:49 -0500

Dear majority of those people I know (or should that be knew?) who are now at uni. Please don't bite my head off when I ask if you're doing ok, or how your course is going. I get that you're stressed and busy and, well, at uni. All the people there are very interesting and I know I'm not all that interesting but I still care. Six years of breaking tables and laughing over said broken tables (and having staff glare at us because no, trying to squash fifteen people around a circular table built for 8 is not the brightest idea in the world), gives me license to still care, right? You guys were some of my best friends, I miss you, but am too scared to go and see you just to have you spew yet another reason of why you can't meet me or I can't be there. Sincerely, The one you were probably all just putting up with. Dear J. I am ecstatic that you are happy and that, to quote you, you 'finally have a boyfriend'. Really. I am. It's brilliant. I am not, however, pleased about how every conversation starts, veers to, or ends with how 'awesome' said boyfriend is. There are many, many more topics of mutual interest we have that you constantly avoid because 'he just said something witty and brilliant'. I don't need to hear every text, instant message or conversation that you had that day. It's bordering on obsession and I'm slightly concerned for you. You seem to be losing yourself, and now everything is him. Don't forget you have friends. Also, that thing called a degree? Yeah. Remember you have work to do. And please stop complaining about how annoying Uni is, that it's eating into your time to do other things. It's frustrating because you know how upset I am about the whole 'not getting in this year' thing. Sincerely, My patience is running out with you and you don't seem to realise.

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swordtech — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 00:05:35 -0500

Dear Sarah, Did you know how much hung on every breath you took? Did you know how much depended on your tiny, fluttering heartbeats? Did they tell you what would happen in the minutes right after you left? Are you looking down here and watching us, the people who would have been your teachers and friends and heroes, screw everything up? Because we do. Ever since the moment you stopped breathing, our world has been a complete wreck. And it's not your fault. It's ours. I'm glad you never had to deal with us, even though you wouldn't have minded. You would have held us together. But right now, we can't see you. Can't talk to you, can't hug you, can't be with you. There's a nasty scar where you were going to live. So don't let our messy liives darken your world. You deserve better than what we had for you, and would still have if you ever decided to come back. Please, please be happy. ~Sis

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BrittanyLacey — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 00:48:12 -0500

Dear Daniel, We were never going to work out. You were going to let me stop chasing my dreams, You were going to make me bend over backwards for YOU. You never deserved me. Besides, your obsession with your diet and gym routine was over the top. I don't care that you ate Greek 'Style' yoghurt every day at 2pm. Its Greek Yoghurt, by the way. Not Greek 'style'. Tool. Brittany. P.S Stop talking to me, you annoy me so much that you almost make me physically sick. Dear Dad, Why must you be so up yourself? I don't listen to you, because I don't respect you. 'Respect Your Elders.' You may be older than me, and wrinklier than me, but it doesn't make you any less of a donkey's behind. You can quit trying to order me around, it hasn't worked for years. Brittany. Dear Jeffrey Campbell, I love you for designing such amazing shoes. Thank you for inventing the Lita. Love, Brittany. Dear Birds Outside, Shh please. Brittany. Dear Thunder, Please shh too. You know how scared of thunderstorms I am. Brittany. Dear People On Facebook, Please learn how to spell before I rip my hair out. Brittany.

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blank_sheet_of_paper13 — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:28:08 -0600

Dear me, Please stop abusing your backspace key, get over your trust issues, and write something down, for God's sake. Sincerely, Me

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gavrielle — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:34:21 -0600

Dear person who made that 180 "documentary", F*** you. No, seriously. Did you have any idea how much you would offend people? Did you do any research? People like you make me lose faith in the world. Also, your stupidity has put me behind on writing, as I am now distracted by your blind stupidity and offensiveness. Gavrielle (note the Yiddish name. Yiddish, as in European Jew. European Jew, as in people killed in Holocaust. Don't use comparisons you have no right to use.) Dear Gavrielle, Stop being so distracted please. I would like to sleep tonight... Gabbi

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BlueGonfalon — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:35:14 -0600

Dear Plot and Characters, You have to help me. This romance is hard! Aoife, I get that you're still exacting revenge on me. But really, this is supposed to be making your sister happy. Let her be happy, please? Stop blocking my brain! Eamon, Caoimhe, you guys are doing fine. Thanks for being willing to say everything I want you too. Please help me convince Aoife to stop. Love, Your frizzled and ill writer, Blue

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Artaxiad Prescott — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:37:46 -0600

Dear C. I hope you don't read this thread. I really hope you don't. I knew you in a whole other phase of my life, when I was confused and depressed and a lot of unpleasant things. When I was Katherine, the girl I used to think I was, rather than the boy I grew into. I think I hurt you, and I'm sorry that I did. I still miss you. You were funny and bright and you helped keep me alive. You were a good friend. I hope you're having a good life, and I'm sorry things turned out the way they did. Yours, Jack.

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fromblazerstobowties — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:42:29 -0600

Dear me, Get off the internet and write already. It's almost 7PM and you haven't written a word today. Stop being lazy. Love, Kim Dear plot and characters, Please cooperate with me tonight. Don't go in another direction. I'd really love to sleep tonight. Sincerely, Me.

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ninjaobsessor — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:47:15 -0600

Dear brain, Quit waking me up at 4 in the morning, when I clearly do not need to wake up until 6:30. I need to be awake so that I can write my Nano novel, and cutting two and a half hours of my sleep does not help me to stay awake. Quite the opposite, actually. Muchas gracias, Morgan

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scammer — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 20:54:01 -0600

Dear K, Well, looks like you're probably gonna get what you always wanted. Happy now? -M

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Lectin Gaezat — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 21:02:19 -0600

Dear certain people on this forum, You all are making me annoyed. I can't wake up in the morning and check my forums because you all post random topics that don't make sense, offend other people, disturb the peace of the forums and make me feel like the only safe place on the internet for me right now is not NaNo. I have many unpopular opinions. I don't care if you guys agree with them or not, but be glad that I censor them. And for goodness sake, post with some grammar, proper spelling and punctuation. Not that godforsaken chatspeak that I go out of my way to avoid. I'm sick of seeing it on a writing forum. Love, That cranky bastard.

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BrittanyLacey — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 07:25:40 -0600

Dear Mum, I'm sorry I don't have the guts to apologise for something so small. I just can't do it, and it eats me up inside for ages afterwards. Love, Brittany. Dear Brittany, Grow up. You're pathetic. Sincerely, Me.

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Misty_Karen — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 08:14:35 -0600

My NaNo Angel, Shy, Your abuse is painful, and I'd really prefer that you swapped out your wooden ruler for a soft foam one. Thank you for getting me to write, though. Your human owner, Misty PS: I'm straight.

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LizardBoyd77 — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 08:25:29 -0600

Dear teachers, You do realize that I have seven other classes, right? Three of which are AP level? Once you come to this conclusion, can you please NOT assign an hour of homework for the fourth night in a row? I’d like to get to bed before 10:30 again, thanks. Sincerely, About to pass out here! Dear Katelynn, Axel, and Anjali, Thank you for accepting me even with all my flaws. Thank you for making my dark nights bearable. Thank you for believing in me when everyone else would have told me to just get over myself. Love, Me Dear Katelynn, You cannot imagine how happy I am that Mrs. Wagner put us next to each other in 9th grade AP Prep English. Thank you for making me laugh and watching silly Disney movies and Criminal Minds with me. You’re amazing and beautiful, no matter how much you doubt that fact. I love you! Love, Me Dear Cameron and Dave, No, I don’t have a headache every day during 8th hour. Want to know the truth? I’m depressed and by 8th hour, I can’t force myself to pretend that I’m fine. So please, shut up and just leave me alone. Sincerely, Me Dear Kremer, As disgusting and annoying and creepy you are, I have to admire you for being so open about your self-harm. But please, stop calling me a fat whore who will burn in hell. It just makes me want to cry and scream and hurt myself again and I’ve been able to resist the urges for nearly two weeks now. This streak is the only thing I’m proud of in myself. And if you say much more to me, my streak might come to an end. Sincerely, Me Dear ‘friends’, Could you please stop making fun of people who cut themselves? If you do it one more time, I’m going to explode. Just shut up and stop. It’s not something to joke about. Trust me, I know. Personal experience and all. (Hint, hint.) Sincerely, Me

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werekitty — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 10:48:42 -0600

Dear H, You scare me so, so much. I don't know if you're just messing with me but I really hope you are. I want to help you, make you see that what you're doing is going to kill you if you don't stop. And it scares me that you're not scared. You're the one person that makes things make sense on the days when nothing else does. You're the guy I can always go to for a hug and a reassurance that everything is going to be alright. So please, don't do anything to mess that up. You're amazing. kitty Dear jerk-head, I'm so glad I'm finally getting over you. It was a long time in coming. I guess it was when you said, "I'll only date hot girls and skanks," that I realized what a jerk you really are. I'm just sorry I wasted so much time on you when I knew it wasn't worth it. kitty Dear bestie, Thanks for helping me get over jerk-head. I needed that more than you know. kitty

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LonelyDiamond — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 01:14:02 -0600

Dear family, No you can't read my novel. Quit asking. Can't you see that it stresses me out incredibly just to have you ask me about it? I wish I had never told you about NaNoWriMo. You are NEVER reading my books. It's not personal - NO ONE reads my stories. NO ONE. Ever. And don't give me the 'Oh. I understand, but I'm really hurt' look and think it's going to change anything. No matter what you say or do, you can't read my novels. Sorry. I password protect them for a reason. Sincerely, E

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 03:00:09 -0600

You know, this may just be the release I need. WTH I'll give it a shot. Dear father, I lived in three months of secrecy, it was the only secret I ever kept from you(schoolwork doesn't count, and you've helped me so much with it recently), it was the hardest thing for me to do, you saw me breakdown in my room, crying for hours, finally spilling the beans, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I needed to let you know. I didn't believe in your church. You didn't say anything, though I stood there with tears streaming from my face, all I wanted was your love, and all I could feel was your disappointment. Do you remember that one week in January where I was up all night? Maybe it was two weeks? Of course you don't, all you did was yell at me for staying up so late. Took you eight months to finally realize I'm a night owl and have now allowed me to work my night hours, but that's not the focus of this letter. For three months you didn't press me to go to church, which was bliss, you told me to read this church's version of the bible. I just couldn't do it. For one, even for it's "supposed time" the grammar is worse than the bible itself. And it's incessantly boring and over half of it is the bible quoted and saying it differently and saying old prophesiers(wow I spelt that right on the first try) were given revelations of the guy who was writing the damn thing. I hate who you turn into on Sundays. During the week I can chat your ear off, and I know I do but I love you for sitting there and listening, and I love when you give your ideas and contribute more, I love that you actually listen, you've been doing so much better this year and I have noticed. But once every 7 days you turn into this grouchy hell of a monster that I can't stand to look at. And then you hug me to make me feel better because you can tell I'm upset, but you're just not you anymore. Can't you see what this church does to you? What it does to our relationship? You hurt me so much on Sundays sometimes that I fear our relationship will never recover. I can't repair it every week. I'm going to eventually burn. And I love our back and forth and as much as I hate to admit it, I love how you knock me off my pedestal once in awhile and tell me to look at things from just a bit of a different perspective. I was not only able to still prove I was right, but also admit there's something I didn't understand. There was one night just about a week ago, maybe it was two, the days have gone by so fast, you attempted to go to bed, but came back downstairs, because you've became the incessant night owl I am. And you sat in the little green chair I got for Christmas and decided to tell me something that you wish you were told as a kid. "Those things that people say; you can do anything if you put your mind to it. It's just not that Disney feel good stuff. It's true. And I have regrets. I didn't follow my dreams, and you're so young and smart, you have this whole world ahead of you, backed with knowledge already half the world doesn't have. Just never forget that, and you take those risks, and are willing to take them, nothing can stop you." Of course it's not word for word, but it's something I hadn't felt from you in a long long time. You believe in me. And I didn't realize it, but all this time, it's what I needed, I love that you talk to me about my plans for the future, talking unafraid of me embracing the world. You want to show it to me. And I'm becoming my own person. Can we just let this one tiny thing that we've let control our lives for the past 10 months for me, only 7 for you go? And oh, don't blame my best friend for turning me against the religion. She actually was beginning to get curious, and I decided to answer some questions myself. It was a few weeks before I spilt it out to her. I didn't even have the decency to tell it to her face, it was never her fault. I'm tired of the Sundays. I'm tired of staying up late on Saturday nights staring at the ceiling just because I know when I wake up the father I know and love will be gone again. I've spent so many months angry at you, and angry at this religion. I don't feel apologetic for being angry. It's all part of the process. But gosh, did I really have to be angry for so long? I'm so tired from it. I'm glad the cold tears can roll down my face, I've needed calm sadness for a long while. I love you, and I'm so happy you believe in me. I'm 17. I barely date. My grades aren't the best I'll admit, but they're getting better. I do my own laundry(every now and then). I clean(every now and then), I cook(every now and then), I don't do drugs, my friends are the best I could ask for, I don't really go out to late night parties, unless you count the two friends and staying up late watching scary movies, which I come straight home after. Ok, we hang out for like twenty minutes, but still. As far as teenagers of today, I'm really clean. Heck! I even have my own job all thanks to you! I owe you so much! And I'm determined to go into drum corps. I have this inner self confidence because of all the chats we've had. I love talking to you from the moon to college to Pocahontas(we actually talked about this today). I love that you encourage me to write my book. I love that you've always supported me and pushed me to do what I wish to do. When I was interested in the flute you bought me lessons. Even were willing to pay for more lessons as the price went up. I love that you forced me to stay at the house just for 30 extra seconds to teach me some music trick. And every time we part and I call back to you that I love you. I do, and I don't think that will ever change. And I don't make many choices, I know many people who would throw tantrums if thrown into my life. Can we just....let me make this one decision.....on my religion? In America it's completely legal if that's what you're afraid of. And your dad's such a horrible example of someone who left this religion. And honestly, do you think his life would be any better with it? I've met your dad. Sure he can't seem to choose one christian church to stay with, but he's got such a sweet spirit a great laugh, and he's so accepting. And I knew all these things when I was a full believer in your religion. And I see you two laughing while you play two parters on the piano, and swapping old stories of the past. He may not be in the best life, one of his children are making horrible decisions, but he's happy. And I only hope the child of his making those decisions sees better of himself, and finds the happiness his father has. So please, stop bringing up your father in our arguments. In the three months I kept secret from you I found an online forum where acceptance poured forth. And so many of them are just as happy, nay some happier now that they have left. And all they wish is for everyone to find their true happiness, whether it be with their religion or not. So many of them remain successful, have children, husbands or wives that never left them, without a special ceremony. Please. Can I make this one decision? Love you more than you'll ever understand Your daughter. Dear mom, I'm afraid there's not much I can say. Over the past couple of years you've become an empty shell since you visited your dieing biological mother. I should have said something, I even talked to dad about saying something, he said I should, but him or I could muster the courage. And I'm so glad you're finally opening up and filling with light again. It's slow, and that Taylor Swift concert did wonders for the daughters/mother relationship. Dare I say I've gotten closer to Jessie as well. I love hearing you laugh how I've missed it. And I love that we can have conversations again. I missed those so much. And I have a feeling this November will be romantically lucky for me, and I can't wait to talk to you about the wonder of relationships again. I love that you're finally talking with our neighbor again after drifting with her being so busy. After so many years I'm so glad you've started college again. Words can not describe the joy I have for you. But I can see in your eyes you see the same monster I do in dad on Sundays. Yet you're too afraid to say anything. And I have a feeling you don't believe in this religion either, but you stay for the sake of your husband whom you love more than the earth itself. And you were the one I told first of my disbelief. And your immediate response? "You must believe in it if you're this upset." I said so many times that I didn't want you to disown me or stop loving me, I made it obvious that's why I was upset. I shouldn't be so harsh, you were still a pretty empty shell at the time, and not the best time to tell you, but I couldn't lie to you anymore. I love you, just please, help me. Sincerely, Your daughter who is so proud of you. Dear cousin, *sigh* You're only twelve. Which I hate to bring age into this, and despite that you're twelve you are so very very very very very mature for your age. But still, at the age of loving video games and wishing to join the army before you know the brutal basics of it, there's still so much to learn. And you've had such a rough beginning. You're chores aren't fair. And you're parents see in their parent eyes and somehow justify in making you the slave. I've been there, it's natural parent instinct. I can't very well judge as the way things are going, I don't think I ever wish to be a parent. But it gets better. Things get evened as the siblings mature. And you don't see it now but they will mature. It will happen faster than you can blink. You're father's not a real father. Your real father knocked up your mom and ran off. I'm not on your mom's side with your parents arguments, but I keep my mouth shut because you obviously are. Your father can be tough, but he roughhouses I see it, and you both are insane. He hurts you and you call out abuse before there's a chance to apologize. And you're dad can be such a kid sometime he doesn't realize that's what's needed. He's only been a father for about seven years, it took my dad about fourteen years to attempt to get it right, and he's just getting into the swing of things now, before things change on him again, I'm sure something will happen. Be a little kinder on him, and I'm so sorry I filled your head with thoughts of running away. I was completely immature and I can't believe I turned into such a child. I know I've hurt you because I have already admitted these things to you. But believe me, one day you'll understand. Love, Victoria.

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 03:18:33 -0600

So....many.....mistakes.......where's.....the.....edit......button???? GAH! D:

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 20:00:48 -0600

Dear student director, Though this has been your first play you have been great! You were born to direct! You've been a blast and I love your notes. And I can't wait for us to get on stage! Sincerely, The girl playing the stage manager.

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Quill-Of-Thoughts — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 20:59:24 -0600

Dear parents. I hate what you put me through each week, especially when you berate me for having my notebook out, or my ipod out during church. I don't really think you understand how much that stupid building with all the stupid hypocrites makes me feel utterly sick to my stomach, or how I don't even believe in the stupid bible anymore. No, it's not just because of my pagan and wiccan friends that I made while off in Europe, though they're the catalyst for my true decision. Yes, I'm pagan. I'm into crystal therapy (why do you think I'm really picky with which beads I get?), and I'm bisexual to boot. Hell, I even think I'm bigendered as well. I know you think I'll burn in hell, yet I don't really care. If I do, well, it sounds like a fun time. I just think I'll be reincarnated though. I don't really care about much of what you think, since you guys always tell me that I shouldn't do what I really want with my life. I want to be a starving artist in New York. I think it'll be fun, and I'll actually feel like I can be myself. It's why I don't want to stay here, or even go back to colorado, considering everyone expects me to be who I'm not, and I hate that. I'm not a christian. I haven't truely been a true christian for months now. Get off my back, and let me stay at home where I won't get sick like clockwork every week. -your 'daughter'

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Shinzu — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 23:31:17 -0600

Dear Math Teacher: Assigning 50 problems of headache inducing formulas, triangles, and angles every night needs to stop. I have a Pre-AP English class that is actually quite flipping brutal, and I do have a life. Dear English Teacher: Stop trying to get the class to determine the theme of a book through one phrase and stop getting mad at us when we stare at you dumbly. My grade has been the bane of every teacher for the past...since kindergarten, so please, do not get offended when we can't figure out how Pip feels during a phrase when he's talking about ESTELLA. Dear World History Teacher: Please, please, PLEASE stop giving us study guides. We've done one every day since the third day of school. I'd gladly take the AP World History class over yours any day, because they do fun stuff, and I love history. Please, for the love of God, stop trying to read the entire book in one semester. It's 700 pages and we DON'T need to learn about WWI/II. We learn about it /every year of our lives/. Dear Crappy Computer: Obviously you cannot figure out how stressed out I am. When I have free time to draw, that does not mean lock the program before I turn it on and ask for the serial code. The same serial code I've been looking for for the past week, when you were just working the night before. Please do not randomly delete my 6000 word NotePad stories that I've been working for a couple weeks on end. Please stop shutting down when I finally get some good pictures drawn and I forget to save it out of excitement. Please work when I want you to. Please stop rejecting my flash drive so I can ATTEMPT to save my stories, pictures, and essays. You are making me hurt on the inside, making me cry on the outside. Dear Tammy: Stop ignoring me every morning. I sit far away from you in silence, hoping you'll notice that I do want to talk to you. I love you, Tammy, but it hurts me when I'm talking and your attention is diverted to the idiot girl sitting next to me. I can call your name for ten minutes, and you won't even register that I'm calling you. I can poke you until you get a bruise and still you won't notice poor, short, little Shinzu. We see each other at breakfast only once a day, and if you're not going to talk to me, you, my only best friend, I'm just going to go sit in my first hour until the bell rings no matter how much I hate the teacher. We used to be so close, but then high school came along- no classes with each other, no lunches with each other, and I can't stop crying every day seeing you with the girls I hate, having more fun with them than you've ever had with me. Remember sitting on my bed every weekend, watching retarded Naruto and One Piece videos? Remember freaking out about Crocodile's amazingness and the clan we created from scratch back at the beginning of seventh grade, when we first realized that we both loved the same things? Remember the moth you swallowed? The true reason you called me Tobi-san and I called you Deidara-sempai? What about screaming, "THE BIG YELLOW ONE IS THE SUN!" in eight grade to our seventh grade science teacher, writing it on the board in big letters, and drawing an arrow to point at said teachers giant sun magnet that wouldn't fit in a doughnut box? I remember us being inseparable; those funny moments when you screamed at me, 'Zant', for screwing up your adventures, and me chasing after you, 'Ganondorf', for being a giant, fluffy lion-bear-pig with an epic past. Or, well, you yelling at Zant for being so great in industrial tech. and me chasing after you for stealing my French toast sticks...AND EATING THEM ALL. Haha, that's what happened the first day we met. You stole ALL my toast sticks, then when I yelled at you to go get more, you did and at the tops off of all of them. I was such a germaphobe back then. Oh! I remember you bringing green powder candy to school and handing it out as 'crack'. You almost got into so much trouble until you showed the teachers that it really WAS candy! Please notice me again. You were the first person who got to hold my baby leopard gecko besides me; you were the first person to see a picture of my kitten, when she was just barely a month old and squealing her face off. You, me, and Dulce slept on the trampoline in the middle of winter when all the rain clouds were out. I want to play that game with you again, the one with the stick figure with the Mohawk and green pants. Let's make cookies again and end up eating more cookie dough than we cook, let's run around the neighborhood until 11 at night and somehow get a ride from Dulce's parents. I share everything with you, even the nerd moments you may or may not understand. Please notice me again; I don't care that you want to talk to your boyfriend, but my dad isn't here anymore, I can't get most of the stuff I want to buy, and I can barely live from day to day in a crowded room full of two beds, a dresser that's not even mine, my gecko tank, my cat and gecko supplies, a computer desk, a storage container, and two nightstands. I share a very small room. Tammy, you are amazing, and me, Tobi, misses you. I miss talking to you, and 'Smoker', and all of our friends. I even miss Zetsu, whom we haven't spoken to since seventh grade. I love you and miss you. Shinzu

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TrueLoveWaits116 — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 23:57:14 -0600

Dear Brain, You know how stressed I've been lately, And how I've hardly ben able to write because of it. Or because of the shows going on. Please just work while I can write. Please?!? Gosh donut, Nikki

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Princess_Missy — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 03:54:32 -0600

Dear Hannah, I know you don't understand, I'm not sure if you ever will, but I wish we could go back to how we were before. Then again, I don't want to go back to anything. I love you and I miss you and I hate you at the same time. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word. But you're pissing me off. What's the problem if we have different opinions? Why do you have to swear at people when they have a different opinion to you? The things you say are so offensive and you know I lose respect immediately for anyone who uses the f word (the other one). That is disgusting. 'Pretending' to be mad at me is just a cover up and you know it. You're pissed, and I understand, I really do. But you are so wrong, girl. I'm sick of sitting next to you in class and having to repress my thoughts and feelings because I know I'll just get bagged for saying them to you, you won't understand anyway. A friend should be able to listen. And I know you think this has come on really quickly and I've overreacted, but it hasn't. It may just be your personality, but think about it. This happens with all your friends, you can never keep any of them because you're always ticking them off for what they think. And who was there for you last year when all your other friends had completely deserted you? Oh yeah, me. Who are you hurting now? Well, no one but yourself. I am not going to let you ruin what would otherwise be a completely peaceful existence with my real friends just because you disagree with me about a goddamn TEACHER! We shouldn't have to fight about this. I like her, you don't. What's the freaking problem? Mature people would be able to sit down and have a civil conversation about it without jumping down the other person's throat. But I guess you're not ready for that. I would be more than happy to have that conversation if the time ever arose when you think you could handle it. But don't try and turn my friends against me because you know that will never work anyway. Unlike you I have REAL friends who love me for who I am instead of who I pretend to be, friends who've known me a lot longer than you. I respect your opinions and views and supported you through the hard times even when you didn't even deserve it. Tell me why I don't deserve the same in return. Melissa

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werekitty — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 09:35:35 -0600

Dear AP Bio, I have a number of unkind things to say to you. That is all. kitty Dear College Applications, Grr. kitty Dear sister, YOU'RE SO FREAKING SMART DANGIT. How on earth did you manage to get a 32 on the ACT??????? And you're still jealous of me? Whatever for? your little sister Dear snow, Fine. You may come down for now. But then you must melt away earlier. Like, you should be gone by March. Definitely April. kitty Dear church friends, Mornings are fun now. Thanks for making everything better on the days when I don't even feel like going on. kitty Dear Bishop, Shut up please. I really don't like being interrogated about everything. I get that enough at home, I don't need it at church, too. kitty Dear MJ, I'm sorry I haven't been coming to church as often as I should. I'm just trying to get things figured out. Please don't give up on me. kitty Dear parents, DO NOT SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN. I don't remember a lot of last night because, well, I WAS SLEEPING, but I remember being really, really scared. My cat is FAMILY, in some ways more than you guys are. Don't ever tell me that she ran away, just to find her in the garage. I know it wasn't MY fault that happened, but let me just say that if we ever lost Maggie and it was your fault, I would have a hard time ever forgiving you. your daughter P.S. Just a reminder...you guys raised me. If you don't trust me, whose fault is it? Um, I'm still about fifty times more mature and closed off than everyone around me. Thanks a lot for running my life and making me believe all those lies. I beleived you. And now I don't trust you. But that's not my fault, that's yours, for lying to me and making me see everything from your point of view for my entire life. What if you're wrong? What if everything you've ever taught me is wrong? What if I just want to go out every once in a while to hang out with my friends? So what if you don't trust them driving. So what if I died? I don't believe it would be that big of a deal. You're driving me away with all your demands and questions. I don't have to tell you who I text and what we talk about. You know who my friends are, and you should trust me enough to just know that I wouldn't be talking about anything bad. Sometimes I have to talk to them about you just because you're driving me insane. I don't know what happened but I want to know where your trust in me went. Dear Maggie<3 Don't ever, ever scare me like that again. You're family to me and I don't know what I would do without you. You mean the world to me because you understand me when no one else can. :) kitty<3

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 19:39:21 -0600

Dear Mom, I'm sorry I can't be a saint. If I fall in love with a non catholic I WILL marry him. Period. I don't get why people would purposely break their heart. Maybe i'm just selfish. But I can't do what you want. Sorry again. Your loving daughter, A

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Only.A.Memory — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 20:07:39 -0600

Dear all posters of this forum, My book is totally made up of letters exactly like these. :) Just thought you all should know, haha. Love, Me :)

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leeleewolf — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 23:08:21 -0600

Dear brother- You tell me you'll always be there for me, and you wonder why I don't believe you. It's because whenever we're with other people you're more concerned with impressing them than not hurting me. It's because I went to you tonight when I found my hamster dead, you started ranting about how people only talk to you when they need you for something. I try to help you when you need me. And I do my best to contact you when neither of us need anything more than distraction from boredom. But I'm going through hell right now, and you know it. So don't promise you'll be there for me and leave me hanging. It's killing me. -Sister

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BrittanyLacey — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 04:02:25 -0600

Dear Stomach, You don't really need food. You need to shrink. Sincerely, Starving.

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scammer — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 21:25:19 -0600

Dear Self, Stop being so neurotic and self-centred. Just be normal for once. Please? For me? Sincerely, Self

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Princess_Missy — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 21:23:33 -0600

Dear Self, Why are you so depressed? You've lost one friend, not even your best friends. And yeah, you two were close, but it's her problem anyway. You just got roped into it... Actually, now that I think about it, you have the right to be upset. Carry on. Melissa

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Clover313 — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 21:50:16 -0600

Dear self: Thank you for sticking with your decision. We're all happier for it. Now just keep it up. You can do it! :D -Me

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Labyrinth Rose — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 00:48:23 -0600

You know, this is a really smart idea. Getting all this out, I think, might help me clear my mind and get back to my novel. Dear J---, Thank you. Just, God, thank you. You never even have to ask what's wrong with me. It's like you already know. A few months ago, I fell into my darkest hour. I get to bad places a lot, but this was one of the worst. You were there to talk to me all night, even if it took hours for you to convince me that my life was worth living. I don't know if you'll ever understand what a big deal it is when someone can catch me even as I fall. That night I had fallen from my cliff and landed in the ice cold lake below. The leeches had almost bled me dry. And you, you pulled me out of there. You saved my life, and I mean that in the most literal sense there is. And I've kind of fallen for you. In fact, I fell for you three years ago. But you're three years younger than I am and you're happily dating our friend S-----, and why would I ruin your relationship with such a lovely girl just to stick you with me? My point here, J---, is that... I need you in my life. And thank you. Labyrinth Dear g---, My fair-weather friend. Truer words were never spoken. You're the closest friend I've got, but the only thing I know for sure is that when things get bad and I hit my lows, you won't be there. You'll have magically disappeared. And I'd like to think that I don't kong for you to care about me, but I do. Labyrinth Dear family, Look at me. I am not healthy. Yelling at me for defending gay rights is nit going to make mr share your views. It's going to make me hate myself more and dread the day you find out I'm bisexual. Yelling at me for what I wear is simply ridiculous-- have you really built up sch a fantasy of me being a failure that when I do something right, you stoop to picking on such insignificant things as my wardrobe? It's not that you tell me what I can and cannot wear that even bothers me. It's that you'd rather yell at me for that than start an argument about something, I dunno, not idiotic. Also, no matter what you say, you may not read my NaNo. I know you think it will be about puppies and sunshines, bt really it's so far from that. It's my madness split into characters. It's not something I'm comfortable having you read. Labyrinth ... Therebwill probably be more later.

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mayaah — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 06:25:54 -0600

Dear you, Please respond. You're driving me crazy. I hope you're trying to find me, too.

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LizardBoyd77 — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 12:30:43 -0600

Dear Kremer, Every time you make fun of me, it kills me a little more inside. Every time you call me a fat whore, I believe you just a tiny bit more. Every time you tell me to kill myself, you convince me a little more that I should do it. I can’t help but believe you. DE and Pre-Calc used to be fun classes. I used to look forward to them. And now, I dread going to them. I dread going to school and seeing you. I may seem like an untouchable, indestructible bitch to you – but the truth is, I’m more insecure than you could ever imagine. Every single little insult that you throw at me hurts. I know that I should grow a thicker skin and that I should get over it, but I can’t. I’ve been trying my damnedest to ignore you. But you always get to me. I hate you. Sincerely, Me Dearest Daisy, Please know, I will always love you. You’ll stay with me forever in my heart. God knows I don’t want you to get put down, but you’re so old and you’re in pain. I’ve been trying to postpone you going to the vet for weeks now, but Mom already made the call. Others tell me to get over myself; you’re just a dog, why does it matter? But we’ve had you for eight or so years. I love you more than anything in the world. You made me feel loved when I felt that I had no one else. Have fun in Doggy Heaven, Baby-Daisy. Hopefully Doggy Heaven is connected to Human Heaven. Then we can see each other when I pass away eventually. Goodbye, sweetie. I miss you already. Love always, Me Dear Axel, Just stop, okay? Stop it! Stop talking to me about your girlfriend issues. Stop telling me about your crush on a friend of mine and how confused you are. Stop telling me how you used to ‘pick up’ girls at the mall. Stop complimenting me when I feel down about myself. Stop sympathizing when I come crying to you about my dog or my parents. Stop threatening to beat Kremer up if he bullies me again. Stop reading manga. Stop being so freaking amazing, alright? I’m trying to keep this as a ‘just friends’ relationship, because I know that’s all it’ll ever be on your part. Please stop being so perfect. Love, Me Dear parents, As it happens, I will be going to college to major in psychology and French. No, there is nothing you can do to change my mind. I want to do something that I love. So please stop snapping and shut the hell up. Sincerely, Me Dear Axel, Am I bothering you? You told me to stop texting you. I’m sorry if you were annoyed. I was sad about my dog dying and I was lonely and bored and depressed, so I couldn’t stop texting you random thoughts. I’ll shut up and you won’t have to hear from me again. I’m so sorry. Love, Me

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ninjaobsessor — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 14:35:09 -0600

Dear Novel, Write yourself.

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Secera — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 14:48:06 -0600

Dear Gnarled Emotions, Stop messing with me. Having my frenemy walk up to me is not a reason to want to start screaming at her. Having my frenemy talk to my crush is not a reason to feel like I'm worthless. Having a friend who constantly needs help with her homework is not enough of a reason to get annoyed at her and to call her stupid. Not shut the F up. Sincerely, Me Dear mother, The stomach aches are getting worse. Sometimes I can't finish a meal because suddenly I feel like I'm going to puke. This has been going on for almost four months now. After a month of you knowing how much it was bothering me and how much it hurt (I even kept track of how many of those aches I was getting a day, and you saw the numbers), you finally decide to call the doctor. Now I have to wait until December to get an appointment. Thanks a lot for looking after me. Sincerely, Your angry daughter. P.S: Never having a good night's sleep for 5 months is not normal and will not be resolved with you always saying 'oh, we just need to find a way for you to fall asleep'.

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Bee Vreeland — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 20:29:06 -0600

Dear ---, I am confused. By a lot of things. I am confused because we used to tease each other and I thought I hated you from 6th through 9th grade. Then I was best friends with your older brother N---. And when he showed his true colors, you showed yours and I realized I had to apologize. So I did and then we were just nice to each other in 10th and 11th grade. Then you went on that year off and I didn't see you. But I sent you a letter on the trail, and you called me when you got back. Two days after you got in! Did that mean something? Does it mean something? And you know I fell madly in love over the summer...with A-----. But it's over! I can't have him! He's gone, he chose his path. And talking to you when you got home, that whole hour and a half, I wondered if maybe I felt something for... you! Then you showed up at the skating rink, knowing I would be there like always, and you had that transparent excuse. Everyone said you must have really come just to see me. You snuck away from work! But what does it mean? Then you missed my party because you didn't do your schoolwork and I thought, 'okay, he doesn't like me.' And then I hear you showed up at some random homeschool thing because you thought I would be there? And you sat outside when you found out I wasn't? What are you doing? And why couldn't you have called to see if I was going there? I'd have gone. When I called you the other night it was great. What was that, like another hour? It felt so natural! Why did we hate each other all that time? We like... we like the same music! We have similar hobbies! We even like the same weird foods. Then I panicked at the gym the other day because I saw N---. And I called you without thinking and left a normal-sounding message. And you haven't bothered calling back. Ugh! I can't predict you! So, I'll probably see you Friday. Or will I? What will happen? Are we friends? Do I feel something more? Do you? What's going to happen? I do really like talking to you though. I feel weird talking to you but you make me feel really good. I cried so much around A---. But you just make me happy. Thanks for calling me when you got back from your hike, T--. Love, M-----

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Secera — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 22:31:32 -0600

Dear Friend(s), I hate how you guys never listen to me when I have things that I am interested in and proud of. I hate how you just act 'meh' towards the things that I have told you that I am proud of. I wrote a novel in a month and got a paperback copy of it. The novel is going to be sold on amazon. Your reaction? Oh, you didn't write an introduction to it? Why? Then you close the book. Or you are disappointed in the character you have created that I was kind enough to put in the book, because I made edits to him so that he actually fit in the story (who carries a turtle around in their backpack?!). For some stupid reason, the only person who was really super excited was someone who I don't even hang out with. He asked me for details on the story. He told me how awesome it was. For the whole November-June period that I wrote and rewrote it, you guys didn't care. However, I can't say this for all people. There have been a couple of good friends that actually were interested in my story. Those are the people who posted comments on deviantART for every chapter that I posted, telling me how awesome it was and actually showing interest in the story, and who would actually ask me at school how I was doing and when the next chapter would come out. Those two people are the ones who used to be my best friends, but now we've gone our separate ways. Yet you still showed that kind of appreciation. There's also my 'biggest fan' who, if my book ever gets seriously published, I will seriously dedicate the book to. You're the guy who would beg to borrow my USB during class to read the novel, who would turn to me while I was writing it during class and ask me what was going on. You were the one who this year, kept saying throughout October 'Oh my god, November's almost here! Yay!' or who said 'Why do you have to wait until November to write the sequel? Whyyy?'. So thank you. If it hadn't been for those people, I think I would have given up, because honestly, even though people always say that they write novels for themselves not for the public, it's hard to write a novel when no one pays any attention to you. Honestly, I feel closer to this super excited male friend then I do to my best female friend. And that's just sad. So thank you for being good (and not so good) friends. Sincerely, Me

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epic mcgowan — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 22:40:31 -0600

Dear Brain Please stop sending my fingers such gems as "They looked at me as though I had decalred my intention to ride a pufferfish." That doesn't help my writing. AT ALL. Much Love Me <3 Dear Everyone Who Needs a Hug Here are lots of them *hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs* Extra Love Me <3 Dear D--- Please, for the love of everything, stop pretending you hate me. It just makes me angry. And I don't like being angry at you. Thanks Me

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 23:33:26 -0600

The cursing is censored. That is all. Dear self, You're strong, and you know you're strong, but you hate yourself for it. I hate MYSELF for it! Unfortunately, we know the only way for our parents to truly see our pain is A: Suicide or B: Running away. You're too afraid of death, I still don't understand why. And running away, you don't have anywhere to go! This is probably just another Sunday ramble, but I can't afford becoming depressed like this every single Sunday. It's EXHAUSTING! I want to be angry with myself, but I'm so tired of the anger, I don't have the energy for it in me anymore. We both know the truth is we're stuck here for another two years. I want to love my parents, they've done so much, but how do you love someone who won't accept you? I hate how strong I am. I was hoping I could become an empty shell with all of this depression. Just watching life until I can leave my cage and become a part of it myself. But, it won't happen. I I continue to romantically crush, I continue to laugh, and smile and run. I continue to cry, frown and hurt. And I hate myself for it. I'm not strong enough to end this on my own. Someone please, make it stop. Just make it stop! Dear Father, Laughter doesn't mean I'm tired, it just means for ONCE I'm enjoying myself. You're a real f****ing piece of work you know that? You say one thing, do the opposite. I go to church, you say you don't care if I fall asleep the second I get there. So, naturally, I fall asleep, you nearly beat me for doing so. I f****ing hate you, and I f****ing hate you for making me say I hate you. I'm so tired of seeing who you are on Sundays. And you know the f****ing worst part of this is? Later on in the week, you'll be nice, we'll have a civil thoughtful conversation. And then I'll feel guilty about writing this. Just in time for Sunday dad demon to take over and make me depressed again. GOD! And you think this is all just me being rebellious. Can't you see? If I could believe again I would, it's so much easier that way.To simply have to worry about this or that scripture. But, it's too late. I've seen the religion for the fraud that it is, and I can't just ignore that. I can't ignore others who were hurt like I am. I can't just walk away. No matter how many Sundays you drag me to church, no matter how many hypocritical speeches you give, and no matter how many scriptures you shove down my throat. Because those people who were hurt, they gave me something that I needed most when you refused to share: Unconditional love, and acceptance. I'm too tired. I want to sob. I want my body to shake while the tears drown my pillow until I slip into unconciousness. But I'm so tired I can barely muster a few tears, and how glorious they are when they roll down my cheeks, for a split second I feel relieved. I'm tired of the push and pull. I'm tired of the letters of you telling me how you joined the church again. The very same church that won't forgive you of a sin committed seventeen years ago. Don't tell me the story. I'm not you. I'm not someone who looks at my best friend's church and thinks it's an abomination. She's a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful spirit, and faith. Who wishes nothing but happiness for her friends. I want to list everything wrong with your evil and crude religion, but I'm so tired. I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up, and even then I don't think that's enough sleep. And you're so blind, nothing will make you see. Heh*scoff*. I bet if I killed myself, you'd think it's because I was unhappy without this "true church." Even make a point of telling everyone so at the funeral. And you'd still think this very same though if I left a long winded letter stating twenty times that it was your lack of love and acceptance that drove me to the end. Unfortunately, thoughts such as these prevent me from ending this cruel thing we call life. I could go on and on but I'm so tired. Please stop making me beg. You have more power than anyone. Make it stop. Just make it stop! Please! Dear self, Once more. Oh how we envy the schizophrenic, for only parts of them remember the pain and other parts simply live in happiness. How we envy those in the pschy ward. The doctors would never judge harshly against the mental who doesn't believe in god. They've got a d**n good reason not to. But as it seems, we're too strong to become crazy, too weak to end it ourselves, and too tired to do anything about it.

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Alpina'sQuill — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:11:58 -0600

Dear Novel, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! With great emotion, -Alpina

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Alpina'sQuill — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:13:58 -0600

Dear Alpina: Stop making your MC's crush so freaking perfect for a guy that uses the word 'like' too much for his own good. DO IT NOW!

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Alpina'sQuill — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:15:09 -0600

Dear Novel, Stop raaaaambling about garbage and get back into the plot, seriously. Insert some Omega 3's, please. Ugh, -Alpina

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Piper the Perfect — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:12:27 -0600

Dear Alpina. I feel your novelling pain. Week two is over now. It can only get better from here on out. I promise. Equally distressed novelist. Piper

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BlueGonfalon — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:16:06 -0600

Dear Everyone On Here, Y'all need a hug. And a glass of something cool and refreshing. And a plate of something sweet. The glass and plate I cannot provide, nor the beverage nor the sweet. But I can provide the hug. *proceeds to hug everyone on here happily* Love, Blue Dear Self, *gives lonely and unhappy hug* Love, Yourself P. S. Please don't cry. You can't help any of them that way. Be strong.

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MazeRunner — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 04:19:27 -0600

Dear Pancake, I really hope you don't read this. But I miss talking to you. Emotions are a really hard thing for me to deal with, I don't tend to feel them that often. I'm sorry I have not been the best person as a whole lately. I am a screwup. I miss staying up until 1 in the morning talking to you. But I don't blame you. I just really like you. Bunny Dear everybody on the forums, Hugs! Bunny

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PrincessKayleeJ — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 17:07:35 -0600

Dear Neighbor, Good day, how are you? I do believe it is about time that we had a long and elaborate chat. I have many questions that I wish you would answer. For one thing, what the hell do you want from me? Why have you suddenly appeared to me like this? Why have you approached me? Why are you acting like the past 3 years haven't happened? Why, oh why didn't you just let me go? Why didn't you just let me leave? Why didn't you just fade away from my mind? Why? Why? Why didn't you question the stutter on my voice? Why didn't you question the way I widened my eyes and the way I stood frozen in yours? Why didn't you question the way I spoke that day? Why didn't you stop me when I tried to walk away? And most of all, why didn't you understand that you broke my heart? Why? Best Regards, Your Heart-Hurt Neighbor

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qwertz — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 12:52:48 -0600

Dear Elijah, If you are ever reading this, do two things. Firstly, do not tell anyone about my first letter on here, if you have seen it, but please tell me that you have read it. If you have not read it, do not look for it. I'm sure that I'll think of a second thing later. ~ Elizabeth.

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Alatariel — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 15:58:07 -0600

Dear Z, I don't know exactly why, but I am seriously beginning to dislike you. I don't know whether it's the fact that you yell my name and give me a headache everytime you see me, and I don't know if it's that you never tell me anything even though I tell you just about everything... But let's assume it's the latter. And let's just say that it really, really annoys me that I tell you stuff even though you repeat it REALLY LOUDLY right after I say it so that everyone in the vicinity hears, and yet you won't tell me anything, even though I would never do that. You didn't tell me you like B, you wouldn't tell me when you were going out with T, and now I've decided to stop talking to you entirely unless I really have to because you just really piss me off. The only reason I'm not yelling this at your face is because our parents are friends and it would probably cause a massive feud and a bunch of shit that I just can't be arsed with. Dear K, I'm really sorry. I seriously am. I just can't hang around with you as much as I used to because I've got a life outside you and Z and your group, and I quite enjoy that life. If it were up to me, I'd get you to join us, but G doesn't like you and it would cause problems with L and... urgh. I just... I haven't forgotten about you, just in case you thought I had. Dear G, I love you to bits, but you are going to have to learn to accept certain things. If you're not prepared to do that, fine. Just go ahead and piss me off, and let's see what happens. Dear B, Why do you have to be so gorgeous? And nice, and funny, and clever, and all the other stuff that you are? My God, I really wish I didn't like you, but I do and... urgh. That seems to be my catchphrase lately. Argh, I hope I get over you, and soon.

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scammer — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:52:03 -0600

Dear Brother, You are 24. Not 4. TWENTY-FOUR. You should NOT be throwing tantrums like a spoiled, bratty toddler. You have NO idea how lucky you are to have parents who don't believe in kicking their kids out. If it was up to me, you'd be out on the streets like THAT. *snaps* -Your younger sister P.S.: If you pound your fists on the wall while screaming that you hate women ever again, I swear I'll castrate you.

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LonelyDiamond — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:16:30 -0600

My dear Anna. Who's righting this story, me or you? What do you mean you miss him? You can't have a crush on Juan, I've planned all along that you would marry Paul! Juan isn't the marrying kind! Sure, you two are scarily alike in some ways, but you're total opposites in others! You need someone like Paul. Stop trying to hijack my story! I'm writing this. Not you. Now sit down and be quiet and let me right this story the way I'm want it. Okay? Okay. Stupid characters. Sincerely, Your frustrated author.

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BlueGonfalon — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:39:40 -0600

Dear Everyone, :D Thank you all for the hugs! Love you guys! Blue Dear California DMV, JUST SHUT UP AND HELP ME! Sister, you help too. Dad, stop pressuring. It's not as easy as it was when you were a kid. I'm working on it, okay? Just stop. Frustrated, Blue

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ashiibrook — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:44:52 -0600

Dear Self, I don't know how we survive in the dark, because it scares me. I wish we had a nightlight down here in the depths of the depression. I'm scared. You're scared. We're all going to be scared sometimes. But I think we're scared more than most. I thought I'd found the light, yet everywhere I turn, there is only dark. Someone said hello, now reply and smile. Smile. It's fake, it's broken and it hurts to do it. Keep going. Glass cuts. Words cut deeper. They say true love hurts. This is killing me. xxx me.

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Bee Vreeland — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 19:08:09 -0600

Dear T---, EEP! Okay. So we were talking about that Kinsey scale thing while we were on the phone. And we were both... straight. And I was like, "So, you're straight, I'm straight... Hey, wanna go out sometime?" Kinda joking. Even though I totally would. We laughed. Then you said you had to go. And I said, "I'm sorry, was that awkward?" And you said, "Well, that depends. Did you mean it?" And I said, "Um, half. Kinda. Yes." And you said, "Well, I would." Silence. Then I said, "Wait... you mean like... you would wanna go out sometime?" And you said yes. And I said I would too. And I said, "Well... I did mean it. I kinda have a crush on you. Well yes, I do. My brothers make fun of me constantly." So we... will go out? Oh my gosh! What just happened?! Over the friends line I guess. Maybe? Then you said you really did have to go. But you sounded sorry. But I'll see you Friday if you finish your school this time. :D AHHH! I can't believe it! That was too easy! It's going to fall through. Something always falls through. But seriously, T-----! I am so happy. And I always am after we talk. So... here's to former enemies, then friends, then whatever the heck is going to happen next. :D :D :D I am giggling and smiling like an idiot. And it feels good. Love, M-------- P.S. What the heck does 'I think it would be cool to do something besides hang out' mean?

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swordtech — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 22:14:45 -0600

Dear J----, Please, stay away from my sister. She doesn't need some dude who falls for every girl he knows. Dear S----, Now you, I would let you get her. You two are perfect for each other IMHO. (Not so) Dear H----, If I ever get the chance to tell you how much trouble you got her into, I will. I am so basing my villain on you. Sincerely, That pretty girl's big sister. Rawr...

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Princess_Missy — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 00:19:55 -0600

Dear H, Why is it so hard? We're not speaking and L told you that you need to come to me if we're gonna sort this out. Then this morning I was standing alone at my locker and you passed. I had my head down, engrossed in what I was doing on my phone and you were waving at me. I couldn't see you, so you made me look up, waved, smiled and said hi. Is this your way of making the first move? I miss you so much and was so happy that you spoke to me and didn't seem pissed off. All I want to do is hug you, tell you I miss you and probably cry a little, but I can't. I know you're the one in the wrong but I don't care. I just want to be able to call you a friend again. It's awkward because we have mutual friends and in the classes we have together when I'm trying not to act any differently, like this isn't killing me, and we're not speaking directly to each other anymore. You're still one of my best friends. Why is it so hard to admit that you did something wrong? This is hurting me, probably a lot more then it's hurting you. I'm so confused and I don't know what to do. Should I come to you and talk to you about it, even though I know you won't do the same? And every fight you have with your friends are as ridiculous as this one because you never let other people have a say. And then we're in class and you start bagging everyone you hate and we get back to the point about why we're arguing in the first place and I get angry with you again. What do I do? I love you. I miss you. But I don't want to give in and have this mean nothing because I'm too weak to deal with the consequences. Can't you just help me out here and come talk to me about it? Stubbornly still yours, Melissa

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werekitty — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 09:47:56 -0600

Dear daddy, I wish you could just stop. Just stop it! I get so sick and tired about hearing about how my whole life is going to suck because I can't keep my grades up. I get so freaking tired of putting up with your bull about how I need to change my study habits, get my butt in gear, do my best, and be good enough for the 'real world.' Because I know all that already. I really do. And lecturing me every weekend, and now every time you see me, is just plain immature. Don't you think I'm worried about my grades too? I'm freaking out about them, actually. I've been trying to get my grades up for the whole school year now. And you and mom were the ones who always said grades didn't matter. And then I tell you about my few successes, such as getting into the school I wanted or getting a good grade on something, and you totally blow it in my face with something passive and uncaring like "well, I expected that." or "good, that doesn't suprise me." I got into a freaking college, dad. Aren't you the least bit proud of me? Maybe it's just because you've never expected anything less from me. Well you don't know me anymore. You don't even bother. You just assume you know what's best for me because you've always known what's best for me. When you were in high school, dad, you smoked. You did drugs. You had tons of girlfriends and you drank and went to parties. And now suddenly I can't do any of that because you've decided it's bad? What if I want to make that decision myself? What if a boyfriend would be a really good thing for me right now? It's bad enough that I have to work extra hard to get guys to notice me, but you and mom telling me on top of that that I'm not allowed to date until I'm in college? What the freaking hell? Even our church standards aren't that strict. You raised me to be better than everybody else. I hate that. I hate how I finally got to high school and I blew off my first potential friends because you taught me that public schoolers were evil people with no morals. I've found more strength of character and discipline in teenagers here than I've even found in our church. These are good people, and it's only now that I finally see that. You ruined my childhood because you didn't let me have one. I remember being six years old and hearing people say, "oh, she's such an adult!" "So mature!" "How grown-up!" Yeah. Thanks. Because of that i spent my whole childhood with practically zero friends and thinking I was better than everybody else. But the thing is, I'm not. I'm not perfect. And I wouldn't have it any other way. I just want to live my life, the way I want to live it. I don't want to act like an adult because I never had the chance to goof off, screw around, and just have fun. So if I'm passing notes in class, laughing at the teacher, or blowing off classes for the first time ever, it's because I finally feel like I can this year. And that's a good thing. I never had a chance to rebel and be myself. I don't even know who I am yet. But this is how I learn. I don't even know if I want to go to college. I have no clue what I want to do with my life right now, so quit telling me I need to get everything figured out. And then there's the whole ACT thing. Seriously. Is a thirty not good enough for you? No, I guess you've always expected more out of me, isn't that right? Why can't I be as focused on my studies as my sister, right? And I don't want to do a sign language club. I'm so f-ing sick of you always telling me what's best for me or what I need to do to be successful. Maybe you haven't considered that we're not the same person here, and what's good for you might not be good for me. Quit talking about my sister like that behind her back. Sure, she's not perfect, but neither is anyone! I hate hearing you berate her just because you're pissed off. There is no excuse for talking about your daughter like that. Do you talk like that about me when I'm not around? And don't you dare tell me that I'm spending too much time "in the world." I have friends for once this year, dad, good friends who care about me and want me to be the best person I can be. My friends are the reason I'm still here, but I can't tell you about that. Don't tell me you didn't have friends when you were in high school. Don't tell me you were a focused student, or that you got good grades. See, we're more alike that you realize. I'm on the edge of something really big, and I'm about to break and do something really crazy or stupid. Don't push me off that edge. Your daughter, kitty

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Cainz — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 12:08:41 -0600

Dear Mom and Dad I don't really want you to know about my novel. I understand you want to know what I write about (it's natural, i'm your daughter after all) but if I say "no", it means "no". Sorry, but that is the truth. I don't want you to ask about my novel, you do nothing with the information that neither of my MC's have girlfriend, or that they both are 18 year old guys. Seriously. You wouldn't ask me "Can I read your text messages?" or "Can I read your e-mail?". For me, my novel is even more personal than my text messages or e-mail. So please, don't ask anymore. Sincerely Cainzu

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 12:24:34 -0600

Dear Day, Please stop being so sucky. I hate leaving. Not much love, A Dear Novel, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE! Now I have to re-write a thousand words! Write you darn self, Your authoress.

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A.P.Michael — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 16:38:55 -0600

Dear Cayli, I understand that you're not at Bel-Air anymore and that you don't have any of the friends you had with you anymore, but I don't see why you had to change. You're snobby, arrogant, judgmental, and somehow manage to make everyone around you feel worthless whenever you talk to them. I don't have the highest self-esteem, so I would appreciate it if you stop bashing the one thing I feel like I am good at- my writing. I know it needs work, but there's this thing called CONSTRUCIVE CRITISM and you just aren't giving me that. Please, go back to the person I knew last year. Love, A worried and fed up friend. Dear Jenn, Yes. I did call your sister a brat. But I was speaking the truth, she is one and that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be your friend. I understand that I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I didn’t tell you or her, I wrote it down after one day when I was very annoyed at her and my sister read it. I can’t control what Megan does and I can’t control my feelings towards a person who is younger than me and tries to boss me around. I don’t like the way she treats anyone- you, Christina, and me included. She acts like it is Sierra world and we should all bow and down and worship her. You don’t fight back, so sometimes, I feel like it is my responsibility and I know I shouldn’t interfere but when it starts to involve me, I’m sorry but I’m not just going to stand there and take it. I’ve done that before and it helps no one. I’ve finally gotten my confidence back and started to get my life together and I’m not going to let some 11 year old try and ruin that. You know me, and you know that I have had confidence issues so I don’t appreciate Sierra attacking me every chance she gets. Love, A Fed up Friend

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abbybrett — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:16:39 -0600

Dear AIDYL, SITRUC doesn't love you. I wish you'd just accept it. You're killing yourself trying to get to him, and it's not worth it. SITRUC is my boyfriend and I care about him more than you ever will. Stop causing him pain. Stop draining him. If you would get over the fact that we're dating, then everyone could be happy. Instead you want everyone to be miserable. Why? Just stop, AIDYL. Get a life. Please? I know you hate me because I'm with the person you think you're in love with, but there's nothing I can do. I love him, and won't let him go. He loves me, and the more you bother him, the more he drifts away from you. Help yourself. Help us all! Sincerely, YBBA

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KoralLovesRainbowz — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 21:13:21 -0600

Dear everyone at school, No, i am not a lesbian. Even if I was it would not be a big deal because it would be my choice, right? Also, no I can not do better. Yes, my boyfriend is a nerd, but so am i. I love him and he is amazing. He and I have so much in common and I can talk to him about anything. he is always there for me and I don't care if you talk about us behind our backs. It won't change how I feel about him. I also realize that i might act kind of weird, but if you would simply get to know me, I guarantee you would like me. I don't feel I need to say why. To the blonde who told me I should dye my hair blonde so i would look better, screw you. Don't try to corrupt me. just because you are a fake platinum blonde does not mean that everyone should be/would look better blonde. I love my brown hair, don't say anything about it unless it is nice. To those of you who trip me or make fun of me, for all those reasons, just leave me alone. I am good at acting like I don't care. Most of the time, I really don't care. But when my books have been knocked out of my hands excessive times in a day or something like that, it does hurt, and I do wonder why. i will probably yell and seem evil, yes. Want to know why? Maybe I got in a fight with my best friend that day, or maybe I got in a fight with my parents. Maybe I am worried about finishing my novel or doing well on that math test I don't understand. Maybe I feel really sick, or I got made fun of for the music I listen to. Maybe I had a bad hair day, or had to stick up for my friends because people were picking on them. Or maybe, just maybe, I felt like I wanted to kill myself the following night. Because I was tired of getting made fun of, tired of getting into fights with people, dealing with drama, stressed out about school, and just couldn't get out of that depressed hole. Maybe I wanted to kill myself but decided to come to school to give it one last shot. When you trip me on the stairs, or talk about me in front of my face "behind my back", or call me a name, maybe you just made me lose hope. You would never know that though, would you? If you did would you care? Maybe next time you would think about what you are going to do to someone, before you do it. I have feelings just like everyone else. Maybe you can think next time. Sincerely, Koral Violet Glenn (the girl who will keep going anyway)

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Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:10:07 -0600

Dear Savanah, I love you girl, but you have to stop with all of this boy drama! I couldn't see Shannon, who has always been nicer and a better friend, for three months because of it. One second you are dating R and are in love with N the next you have J and N has dropped off the face of the planet for all you care! You are only 13 you don't need all these boys and now you have C who is making you act completely different from who you are. I liked it so much better when we went to the beach and you acted like yourself, the girl that I used to call one of my best friends. That title is gone for now and until you can act like yourself at all times, well most of the time, you may get it back. Less Love Than Last Year, Tori Dear You Know Who You Are, Get a clue! Look at me dropping hints like a mad manand you doing the same, yet you are still not picking any of them up! I have known you since I was 6 and I sold you a hampster. Stop acting like a complete moron and talk to me already! Love (hint hint), Tori Dear Society, I find myself perfect the way I am. I don't need the pressure that you put on me to be perfect. Who came up with this idea of what is perfect and what isn't? No, I don't look like I just put on make-up after I step out of the shower. No, my eyebrows do not always look good. No, my hair is not 'perfectly wavy' and long. No I do not weigh 90 pounds. Yes, I do find myself beautiful and lovely in every way. Yes, I find myself sometimes thinking negatively of myself, but it is because of you and your 'perfection'. Sincerely, Tori

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leeleewolf — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 00:41:15 -0600

Dear history teacher- I'm sorry for scaring you. I truly am. And thank you for saving me <3 I promise to bring up my grade now. -Your worst student Dear JM2- Go away. No, don't go away. Stay right where you are. Put up with me like you used to. And stop calling me names. -Your duck engineer Dear JR- You can actually go away. I'm sick of conversations full of nothing but how stupid/ugly/worthless you think you are. I put up with it because I don't want to hurt you, but on the inside I'm screaming for you to shut up. I try to stroke your ego but you don't listen. You make me feel helpless. And you talking about how you'll never find anyone right for you kinda hurts. -The girl that was introduced to you because a mutual friend thought we'd be a cute couple Dear N- Thank you. Thank you for being the exception. Thank you for being so sweet. Thank you for having a wonderful family who took me in as their own last week. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face. Thank you for making jokes out of the awkwardness. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to go to Hibachi for the first time; even though the guy did terrify me and make fun of me the whole time, it was still fun because I got to see you eat ice cream with chopsticks. I'm sorry I'm too scared to make the first move. -"Lady no fun" Dear JJM- You. You are the best freshman ever. You're so freaking tall and nice and sweet and selfless. I'm sorry that your girlfriend's mad at you because of me. I swear I'm not trying to break you guys up. I've known her about as long as you have, and even though we fell out of touch after I stopped being close with her sister, I still care about her too much to do that. Also, you guys are adorable together. Not to mention you're too young for me :P And I'm not interested anyway. You're just a refreshing change from all the dickhead guys at the football games, and you give very good hugs :) -Your out-of-section section-leader

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little.alex77 — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 01:14:18 -0600

Dear Everybody, When you're breaking up with somebody and they say something along the lines of: "You'll never find anyone like me." Just say, "That's the point." Love, Alex. Dear Math, I am sick of finding your X. Just get over her already, dude. Find a new girlfriend. Love, Alex. Dear Coldness in my body, Go away so I can write. Love, Alex Dear Closed Closet Door, Quit trying to get me to add monsters under my sociopath's bed. There are no such thing as monsters in my novel. Sorry. Love, Alex Dear Dad, No. I don't like you. And yes, I'm sorry but you hurt me beyond reason. You didn't have to point that out and now I can't get over it. It hurt when you talked that way and now I have a hard time even saying hi to you - much less giving you a hug. I don't want to talk to you about my life 'cause you don't listen anyway. I've tried. I'm sorry I'm not your biological daughter, but if you really hate me that much, why did you marry Mom? Love, Alex.

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 01:44:01 -0600

Dear father, I had this whole teen angst letter written out in my head. But, it's too exhausting to write out, the anger doesn't last long, which only leaves a tiny bit of hatred at myself for not being able to contain it towards you to let it out, it just dissapears. But, what I do want to say is, I wish I had the courage to stand up to you. I wouldn't be near disrespectful as my friends are to their parents, I wish you could see how they treat their parents. Then you'd see how great I am as a daughter. I just want to have the courage to put my foot down and go "No! I am a grown adult, who has spent quite a long time deciphering right from wrong, and it's time for me to make my own decisions." But, somehow, somewhere, you instilled a fear in me long ago that still resides today. So I stay your ever passive-aggressive. "submissive" daughter. Loving you less and less as every Sunday rolls around. -Your "daughter"

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 02:10:20 -0600

Dear self, You're so strong, and I know it, yet you refuse to see it. :( I don't know what we're gonna do when we're eighteen. Some hard core rebelling, nothing illegal(won't have the money to be bailed out. XD), but some rebelling is definitely necessary, and healthy, won't that be a fun summer? *sigh* Hopefully the thoughts of warm sunlight will keep you happy through our cold winter days. Love, yourself(BTW, great job on wordcount, now get a bit more schoolwork done eh?)

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Princess_Missy — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 04:41:06 -0600

Dear parents, I love you and you always understand me. So why don't you understand this one little thing? Why is my sister a blind spot for you? She never does her chores and when she does she doesn't do them properly. If I acted that way I would be grounded for life. But does she get any punishment at all? No. She may get yelled at and threatened, but you never actually follow through with any of it. She goes out every weekend. EVERY weekend. I'm lucky if I go out once a month. But does that matter? Nope. So long as I do my chores and don't complain. But when she doesn't do hers, who do you think does them instead? Who do you think is always picking up the things she left behind or the mess she made? Yeah, me. And you always complain about cleaning up after us, but aside from a few dirty dishes each night I make NO mess. And if I do, I clean it up myself. I'm the responsible one, the one who's never lost anything like my phone or my purse (she's lost both). All my friends think she's a brat because she doesn't do anything for herself, and you know what? Most of the time, they're right. And every time I tell you this you nod and act as if you agree with me and understand where I'm coming from. You say, "Oh yes, I'm going to talk to her," or "I've told her that if she doesn't do it she's not going out," but does anything get done about it? No. I'm the one that shares the bathroom with her. Sometimes I don't want to go in there because it's so dirty, but I can't shower in your bathroom so I have no choice. The chooks pen is so ridden with cobwebs and spiders and insects that I get a panic attack every time I have to go near it (like crying and hyperventilating), yet you still expect me to clean it out. Because I'm the only one that cleans away all the insects. Me, the one with a deathly phobia of them. And either my sister doesn't understand or she just doesn't care. But when you nod your head and tell me that your working on it I just don't believe you anymore. A couple of months ago I didn't talk to any of you for three days and then we all broke down together and you had 'a word' with her and she said she would pick up her act because it was effecting me. I think that worked for about two weeks. Then it just went back to me picking up after her again. You tell me not to bottle away my feelings, but when I tell you about them you don't do anything. Why does everyone else in this family get to feel loved and appreciated and I have to feel alone. I tried explaining it at dinner tonight when my sister started complaining and you told me, "I don't want to know, take your arguments somewhere else," and I said, "Fine, I'll deal with it on my own," expecting you to say something and guess what happened. We all sat there in silence. No one said a word and no one tried to help me with it. I told you that dismissing it won't make the problem go away and you told me to deal with it on my own. Why can you not see that this is why I break down so often? Because I'm constantly doing everything on my own and when I tell you how it's making me feel you act like it's not important and you don't care. Why are you so perfect at everything else, yet you refuse to see this issue for what it really is and why it effects me? I act like it's fine and after a while I forget about it, because it just what I've got to do to keep the family going. And no one seems to notice. Not to mention the fact that I have a ton of other things to do like homework that are actually important to me that I manage to cram in around chores but that seems to be an excuse for my sister. And when I try to take the opposite route (not doing anything and letting everyone else do it) it's like you hardly notice and the mess just annoys me. So tell me, is this just because you can't be bothered to help me? Or do you really not understand what's going on. Because you either think everything's fine and it's not that big of a deal or you really don't care. And I think that's what hurts me the most. Melissa

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BrittanyLacey — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 06:23:42 -0600

Dear world, I'm practically screaming out here. Why does nobody pay attention? Why does nobody notice me, even when I am at my worst? Sincerely. Me,

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Chanit_Henellia — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 14:04:58 -0600

Dear idiotic best friend, Okay. What's up with this? Your girlfriend has the time to email me every day, even though we've never met. I have time to read your book. You have time to hang out with people every day and complain that you're bored! How come you don't have time to shoot me an email? You're a butthead, and we all know it. Sincerely, Your "best friend".

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blank_sheet_of_paper13 — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 21:52:49 -0600

Dear everyone, I am so, so sorry. You have no idea how much it's killing me that I can't tell you that for real. You all know who you are. Words cannot express how much I wish I could take everything back. I know it's selfish but I beg you, still love me. Please. Love, Me

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 23:59:24 -0600

Dear "father", For the only thing you've contributed is your sperm. But, are you F******ING KIDDING ME?!?!!?! You want me to write the REST of my novel on PAPER you F****K TARD?!?! What happened to the supportive father that I had during last year's NaNo. Oh, that's right, that went out the window when I decided to make my own D**N DECISIONS! G*D! I'M SO F*****ING ANGRY RIGHT NOW! And I didn't snap at you today, as usual, out of my pitiful "respect". And you get mad at me when I say "I'm angry I don't want to talk." Saying calmly, talking maturely. And you scoff and stomp off like a five year old. G*D! I SWEAR I'M THE F*****ING ADULT AND YOU'RE THE CHILD! UGH! G*D D**N! UGH! Today you physically forced me to sit straight. REALLY? REALLY? YOU'RE VISION FOR THE PERFECT FAMILY FORCES YOUR OLDEST to sit straight! I haven't been this angry in a LONG LONG LONG TIME! KLSDJF:DLSKJFSDL:KFJDLKF UGH! I don't know what to do anymore! You've cut off the main computer(not thinking about the school laptop. Hehe), forcing me to change to your sleep schedule. That's the ONLY time you decide my sleep schedule isnt' productive enough, is when yours changes! At night, is the only time I get to be alone in the house. I get to practive my monologues. Do my schoolwork without intteruption. And essentially be myself. It's the time where I cool down so I don't snap at you for controlling me the next day. Taking this away from me, I can't be responsible for how b**** I become towards you. I finally cried today. Just let out tons of tears, I'm not relieved to tell you the truth. But, finally, I cried. But then I'm angry at myself for crying. I just want to become an empty shell already! Someone help me out of this mess! Loving you less and less Your "daughter".

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werekitty — Mon, 21 Nov 2011 10:24:50 -0600

Dear life, I hate you. -kitty Dear grades, I hate you even more. -kitty Dear parents, F**k off. You don't care so stop pretending like you do. Counting the months till I can get the hell out of here. -kitty Dear church friends, You guys are one of the only reasons I'm still here. Rock on. -kitty Dear school, WHY SO COLD? It's thirty degrees outside and the AIR CONDITIONING IS ON IN HERE. WTH. -kitty Dear jmd, *glomps* Thank you SO MUCH. -kitty

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Lectin Gaezat — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 12:54:34 -0600

Dear Crush, How did you guess? How do you have this power over me too now? God, I don't know how to feel right now. I'm numb. I'm numb. 3 years of pining now it's out in the open. You might sleep, I'm kind of stripped bare again. I hope you respond, and not just leave me hanging. I'm [censored] terrified here. That's all that is in me right now, and I hope it doesn't give me nightmares. I haven't had them for years. Don't know how to feel, Lec

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:26:31 -0600

Dear dad, You wanted me to open up. I did. I told you how I felt. And you blew me off. So I became tight lipped again, and you tease me for being quiet. Thanks for NEVER taking how I feel into account. This is what? The fifth time this year? That I can recall off the top of my head? Yea, I'm the one who has problems. I'm tired of you seeing me cry. -Your "daughter"

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:37:23 -0600

Dear dad, I'll tell you the truth here. But could never actually say it to you. Earlier this year I went into that dark cave of depression. And made myself claw out. Only now did I realize, the second I clawed out I stayed firmly planted on the very edge. And you pushed me over that edge. I'm a TEENAGE GIRL! My self-esteem is already the WORST! I don't have a boyfriend! The one guy I have a crush on, I just figured out probably hates every fiber of my BEING! And, my brother is a JACK(CENSORED), always tearing at me with his insults every chance he gets! THE LAST THING I NEEDED WAS FOR YOU TO USE ME LIKE THAT LAST NIGHT! SCREAMING! Making me TERRIFIED FOR MY (CENSORED) LIFE! I need to cut this relationship. I'm in the hole again. The one place I swore to myself. I would never never never never NEVER go again! Yet, I'm here. It's dark and scary, and I don't see a way out. I'm too scared to tell my friends. They have their own problems. And I've already bugged them enough. You left the house for an errand and I'm finally free to cry. I don't like it here. I want out. Oh dear GOD I want out!

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adelinerenee — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:41:20 -0600

Dear People Who I Come In Contact With On A Regular Basis, I sincerely hope you don't think I'm some rude quiet odd girl with a distorted and slightly dark view of the world. Although at times I am odd and I am quiet and I do view the world for it's darkness but it also makes the light in the world much brighter. I'm sorry I seem this way, I'm really not like that at least not really on the inside. So let me explain. There once was a young girl by the name of Adeline, she was in fifth/sixth grade. She was a recent diabetic and liked to keep only a few close friends but enjoyed the company of others. She loved her friends. She looked forward to playing in the woods after school every day and making up odd stories about the Indians that once inhabited the area. She was innocent and oblivious and far too trusting, let anyone who wanted to come in, come in. Now years went by and she still remembers, and although they probably have forgotten and categorized it in their memory as children's play, she remembers with great clarity the events that played. She remembers secret play dates behind her back, crying, criticism of everything she enjoyed being, harsh words that made her guilty of her own pleasures and opinions, and the word weak being automatically associated with her. So why wouldn't this girl be soft spoken and create barriers around herself? Why wouldn't she feel extremely anxious every time she stepped above the room and only gave mutters to those she didn't know. Why wouldn't she not tell others what she really thought and just agree to every opinion they stated, not showing her real personality? Why would she be so protective of her expression, her writing, her art, her voice? Why wouldn't she refuse to sing in front of public after 5 years? Why wouldn't she feel judged by everyone; her friends, her peers, her teachers, every time she moves or speaks? So I may seem too quiet for you. I may not be able to publicly speak well although you continue to tell me to get louder. How is telling me to do something really going to help if you don't know why and just assume that I'm soft-spoken by nature? I am friendly if you initiate the conversation, I can go on for hours about anything really. Once the conversation is done though, I'll spend weeks rethinking it and somehow analyze until I completely I believe that I acted like complete idiot. So it's no wonder I'm so tense the next time we speak. A select few get to see the relaxed me, without any anxiety or fear. I'm sorry I really won't trust anyone with this much power over me, because really can you deal with such a fragile responsibility? So I'm sorry I'm an introvert and I'd rather be an individual than have to rely on other people to keep me happy. Adeline p.s. K, E and D, You have no idea how much you've taught me due to your words, how I rely less on people than on myself and how much stronger minded I am. I still cry a lot, but it's not always sad and to tell you the truth I think it makes me stronger than any of you ever were or are now because I know happiness and I know sadness sadness and I know what strength and weakness really are.

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1031jh — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:20:43 -0600

Dear Captain, I love you so much. You've helped me through so many disasters and are there for me when I act like an emotionless b. I know I suck sometimes, and I just don't talk but you see through me so well you can tell when I need a little shove or when I need space. You have your faults but so do I. You don't lecture me, and I respect you for that. I'm glad you understand that I need you in my life. Love, First Officer Dear Mother of mine, I'm so glad you are supporting me in my writing venture. I couldn't do this without you. Yes, I do plan on letting you read the rough draft when its done. I also can't wait to see the look on your face when you realize I wasn't kidding about my characters being gay. hahahaha, you should have listened to me. Love, Your daughter Dear Grandmother, You frustrate me to high heaven. No, I don't understand what that means cept' that you make me mad so much. I know that you mean good, blah blah blah. But-I-just-I NEED THE COMPUTER FOR NANOWRIMO. ITS FOR WRITING. NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU WHAT ITS ABOUT. WAIT TILL ITS PUBLISHED AND YOU CANT KILL ME FOR WRITING IT. OR MAKE ME CHANGE IT. So, in the short way, no. I will not let you on the computer. I can't. Sorry. Dear retreat friends, We just had a retreat. And it was awesome. I also really miss you guys. You know things about me that are really personal and deep.Ditto with you. Here's to hoping you guys don't do a one-eighty and change on me on monday. With all my love, Bon Qui Qui Dear stupid-awesome-i-don't-understand-you-crush I promised myself after A I wouldn't like anyone. He crushed my heart and left it in pieces. The day I found out you knew my name, the first piece put itself in place. Your slowly on your way of making me love you. UGH! WHY! Why did you have to make me go like you even more. Yes, I had a crush on you before. I figured- "Hey, it's okay. He's probably shallow anyway. I just like him cause hes cute and says hi to me when he sees me." But on retreat? You made me want to cry! Your'e such a good person! You said you laugh when I say things in Anatomy. You said I was funny. That made my week. I just want to hug you! And I have. Your hand fits so well on the curve of my hip. Keep it there? Forever? I really hope I didn't scare you away with my freaky talk about how I was so oblivious and blah blah blah. I probably have already messed it up! Agh! Here's to hoping that you at least talk to me on Monday. At most, I hope we can hold a whole conversation. Love, The confused, and so mad at herself writer.

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Alpina'sQuill — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:41:03 -0600

Dear Yahoo: Please stop doing irrelevant Twilight articles about fang boy's abs and honeymoon pictures. I almost puked when I went to check my email and found that your whole site had been hijacked to be one big advertisement for the 0% Common Sense Girl Marries Jerk Face Saga. PLEASE. Give me Justin Beiber headlines, anything but THAT. Or I'm ditching you for something antiquated like MSN. Bites to be you. -You're loyal email user.

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 22:01:12 -0600

Dear S, You've done it. You've succeeded in sweeping me off my feet and stealing my heart. Now could you just say something to confirm your feelings which I know are there just waiting to burst forth in a flurry of passionate, heartfelt words? Please, you've made your intentions known, just ask me already, I might just say yes ;) Love(and yes, I do mean love) Melly <3

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Berlin June — Sat, 26 Nov 2011 11:39:31 -0600

Dear S, About three things I am absolutely positive. First, you are a ginger. Second, there's a part of you—and I don't know how dominant that part is—that would do just about anything in the universe for me. And third, I am wonderfully, truly, happily, uncontrollably, divinely, selflessly, selfishly, crazy in love with you. -your most faithful Berlin P.S. I have never read Twilight. P.P.S. And THIS is why I had no time to write a novel this year. Boo me. P.P.P.S. Hello again everyone! Long time no see!

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Lectin Gaezat — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 08:14:49 -0600

-waves to Berlin- Dear M, [Censored!] you. I know you have an acerbic and annoying personality but trolling every single [censored!]ing thing that I say is getting really [censored!]ing annoying. I am this close to cutting myself because of you and my brother tonight. [Censored!] you, [censored!] you, [censored!] you. Words have power, and just because you enjoy it doesn't mean I do. I try my best not to bring anyone down with my words unless I absolutely have to. You take sniping and ribbing to a new level, and I am getting [censored!]ing tired out it. Shut up, sit down, and if you don't to, shut the [censored!] up and get out. I'm fine with both. Lec Dear bro, Remember, I still hate you. And I will not stop hating you unless you get some maturity and [censored!]ing grow up. You argue with me and bait me and refuse to learn. You're stuffing your [censored!]ing ears and singing lalala instead of accepting that you're wrong. You're [censored!]ing juvenile, immature, and I'm glad I'm never going to see you again when I grow up. I have made a promise to myself to never blow up at you. I am never going to let myself hit you in anger because you are NOT WORTH IT. You are not worth my anger, and you are not worth my time. I am going to disown you as my brother, if that is even possible, when I move out of this house. I don't want to have a brother like you, who acts like crap to everyone you meet unless they're part of your pathetic group of head-nodders. Lec Dear Self, Do not harm yourself. Your friends are telling you not to, your logical side of the brain is also telling you this. You are better than this. 4 more years. That is all you ever need to wait. 4 more years, and you can choose to never see these people again. Love, Me

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Chestergirl28 — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 18:29:55 -0600

Dear Milo (AKA Fuzzy, Fuzzabaloo, Mi-Ty, My-my, fuzz fuzz, fluffernutter), Yes, you are a cat. And yes, I love you. Please come home. And if you can't come home, will you let me know? In a dream, or have someone find... what's left. I really miss you. I hope you're just on a grand adventure. But you're scaring me. And I need you home. Please, please, please, be okay. Love, Amelia Dear Mom, It's tough. It's really tough. And I don't think you understand how hard it is. My cat has... disappeared. My English/literature teacher hates me. I'm struggling to hold myself together. I am falling apart. And I need you to understand and to be there for me. Love, Amelia Dear Jesse, Okay- here's the thing. I don't like you anymore. I thought I loved you, but I didn't. I hope you're happy in North Carolina, and I can't wait to see you. But here's the thing.... I'm in love with someone else. Why am I writing this? Well, you never liked me like that, so what's the point. I guess this is the point: You can forget. You can move on and have a girlfriend that you adore and not think "Oh, god. Should I tell Amelia?". And you are dumb. The email I gave you about how to pick up on a girl hinting she likes you??? That was all me. ALL ME. I wanted to kiss you last August in the pouring rain. And again, in September, at the top of the Ferris Wheel. But I don't want to anymore. And now that I don't care, I wanted to tell you that. So, that's that! With sisterly love, Amelia Dear Chris, Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, CHRIS. You have no idea. Do you remember when we first met each other at rehearsals for In Search of Trevor Bindles? I do- Wendell and Joseph had to look all over campus to find you. I had fun in that show. You were very good. I didn't think of you much until I saw you at auditions for Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. You were in a t shirt, which I can't even fathom, seeing as it was January in Seifert. You were leaning against the back wall of the theatre, holding your script in your left hand, with your hands crossed in front of you. I had a conflict with another show, and didn't see you again until that February, when I came to see the show. You had your hair slicked back, which disappointed me a bit, because I do love your hair. And you were out of mind once again. But I saw you at the read-through for Cuckoo's Nest. You were reading with your stutter [as a side note- it's part of his character in the play, he doesn't really stutter], which was quite cute. And so it continued. It was read through after read through, and lots of HAZEL!!! She was so adorable, and you were very cute with her. Even when you were annoying and gave Hazel her collar for her to run around with. After rehearsals, I would have to wait around for my parents to show up. You could have gone back to your dorm. But you would always hang around and play with Hazel. You would just whip tennis balls at the wall. At a lightning fast speed, I must add. You would do that trick were you threw it at the wall, caught it, put your arm around behind your back and threw the ball back at the wall. You did that over and over. You also would throw the ball at the wall again, and beat Hazel to a spot across the room to get it back. I don't get how a human can be so fast. And then we really got into rehearsals. You had the stutter, the hunched over position, the wide-eyed innocence. I was smitten. I already was- but this really icing on the cake. And then when you got down on your knees and cried- I wanted to hug you and comfort you and tell you it would be okay. You killed yourself too in the show- that made me want to cry. Not to mention that you stood up for me when I freaked out the ushers with my scream. You were very funny, and awesome. You were goofy too. Lip synching Adele songs in the balcony. Dancing with Don Reed. Sleeping on the couch before the show. Well, that's my spiel. You're a teenager, I suppose. But you're too old for me now. In a few years, it'll be okay. Love, Amelia

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DoveSong_13 — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 16:20:22 -0600

Dear T, Stop it. You know you are making me mad, and you are doing it on purpose. What the H*ll? I mean, really? I went in for a band-aid, and you think I'm avoiding work? When I TORE OFF A PIECE OF SKIN ON MY ANKLE? I'm not entitled to a band-aid? And then standing in my way so I can't get to the bike because YOU think it would be faster to pull them all around front before arranging them in the front of the garage? Even though there was only ONE F*CKING BIKE LEFT that you were going to get anyway? And then while I run the other one around back, you put the bike in ON PURPOSE so that it will nto fit, and I have to fix it while you escape inside because you said I could fix it if you did not manage to fit it in? Then while I fix YOUR sloppy work, YOU go inside and wait to shut the door, but as soon as you know I'm still in there and would get trapped so you can't shut it yet, you decide you can't wait TWO F*CKING SECONDS for me to finish and get out? 'Shut the door when you get in, then' my a$$. You're a b*tch and you know it, and I'm sorry that is the worst I can come up with to call you, because you deserve more, so much more. And you know it. Because you know I won't directly confront you. No, you've hit me, pinched me, and drawn enough of my blood when I do that that you know I won't do it now. You aren't above using those long nails of yours to pinch off a chunk of my skin, then deny it later. You know, I actually enjoyed myself for once this week? BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T F*CKING THERE. I am just waiting for you to move out, and good riddance. If I never see you again in my life, I will be happy. And I know, tomorrow when I go back to school, you are going to get even because I got ONE shot in today in return for all of yours. Well, tough luck. There's nothing you can do to me. Everything I really care about is coming with me to school, and the rest? You can trash it all for all I care. But you won't be that obvious. You'll do something small that will annoy me, just to show you can. You'll dig through all my drawers and shelves to find the one thing that will frustrate me most, to show how far you got, that you were in my room and can do whatever you want, and chose just that one thing. You've done it before, I know you won't hesitate to do it again. I hate you so much. We may be sisters, but I hate you. You have ruined my life enough. Go move in with your boyfriend like you've been saying you will already, and get out of my life once and for all. Go ruin someone else's life. ~Dove

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LuLiLa — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 17:06:00 -0600

Dear random user, How can you say Len's voice gives you a headache? I love Len's voice, I listen to his songs all the time! ^^ You can't even listen to one?! Yet then you go and listen to some creepy old guy singing in a freakishly low voice? Oh come on, isn't Len's voice better than that? He is adorable! Sigh, *glares angrily at Vocaloid haters*. (I'm not trying to be mean here, just joking mostly though it does bother me a bit when people really don't like Len's voice.) -LuLiLa

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Labyrinth Rose — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 14:32:21 -0600

Dear S----, It kills me inside that you're so afraid. And you're not even scared for yourself. You're afraid for me. You told me once that when you see me laughing, you think that I won't be in ten years. You told me that what you see in my future is drugs, alcohol, and a death all by myself before I'm twenty five years of age. I hate myself for scaring you so badly. I know I tell you too much, but I can't very well keep my problems all to myself and you've always been there to listen. And I wish you weren't, because you hear too much about this and it scares you a lot more than it scares me. I'm going to survive, you know. My life might be a struggle, but it's not an impossible battle to win. I'm trying really hard to keep my lungs full of breath, for you and for g--- and especially for J---. I'm so very sorry. -- Labyrinth. Dear Father, Stop it. Leave me alone. Don't look at me. Don't touch me. Stop it; stop sending me to religious ed and Church every Sunday, when you know that I come home from it crying. The people are mean and cruel; this is not one of those nice religious places that other people go to and celebrate what they believe in. You send me there because you think I'm the spawn of the devil, and they treat me as such. I know atheism is not something you approve of. I know you don't want me to deviate from the heteronormative. I haven't even told you who I am yet, and you already hate me. I'm terrified of what you'll do when you actually see me. Leave me alone about such insignificant things. My grades? Yes, I got a B- in science. It's an honours class; that equates to an A- in an academic level class. I got As and B+s in all of my other classes; it's not such a big deal to get, what, an 83 once in a while? And my wardrobe is just a stupid thing to make fun of. I come downstairs wearing shorts that are three times longer than those which most girls in my school wear and you smirk and practically call me a slut. Did you seriously just make me prove that I'm wearing a shirt under my hoodie? Yes, I wear a lot of black. I know that you don't like that. And I know it's a typical teenage girl thing to argue with her father over her clothing. But really, Father, we have MUCH bigger issues, and I see no point in making the most discussed of them my clothing. I'm not going to wear perky pink little girl clothes because I'm not comfortable in them... I don't see the big deal. I'm not going to be the angsty teen who yells and screams "YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE," nor am I going to be the one who scoffs at everything her parents say. I just think that if you have a problem with who I am, you should say so, instead of rolling your eyes and telling me to change. Don't look at me like you care. You spend every free moment of your life making me miserable, and then you give me that look and say you love me. How am I supposed to believe you? How can you love me if you don't even know me? You take care of me because that's your moral obligation; because in your book it's wrong to leave me out on the streets. You cannot just say things like "Do you want to move out? Why don't you?" when you know I'm a fourteen year old with nowhere to go; you cannot just say things like "If you don't like it, then when you're sixteen you can file for legal emancipation," so nonchalantly; you cannot just tell me to go ahead and run away. You cannot make it so obvious that I'm not wanted here and then tell me you love me. You're just making it harder on me, if the daddy's girl piece of my mind begs you to love me while I'm trying so hard not to care. Don't touch me. You know that I don't like to be touched, it terrifies me. I scream when I'm touched. I squirm and try to get away, because even just having your hand on my shoulder freaks me out. I don't know why I'm like that, but I am, and if I tell you not to touch me then you need to respect that. You need to take your hand off of my neck or whatever it is that you're doing and just leave me be. I don't know why I get especially afraid when /you/ touch me, but that's not the problem. You can't just scream that you have a right as a father to touch your child, to hug me and rub my neck, because it's my own body. If it makes me uncomfortable when you touch me I'm supposed to say no and you're supposed to back off. Those are the rules, right? You can't say it hurts your feelings when I say I don't like to be touched. Well, you know what? It hurts me physically. You have given me panic attacks before. Just back off. Stop it. Leave me alone. Don't look at me. Don't touch me. -- Your daughter. Sort of. Dear Brother, I can't believe you. I really, really can't believe you. Whatever happened to the brother who was my best friend, to the boy who promised to protect me and said we'd grow up and be best friends in high school? Now you get Father to ban me from going to the gay-straight alliance. Now you start multiple hour fights about why you think homosexuality is a sin and why I'm a bad person for defending LGBTA+ rights. Now you tell all of your friends that I'm adopted. Now you tell me "Jesus is waiting." Now everything I do is a sin in your book. You terrify me, because I don't even want to know what you're going to do if you ever find out that I'm an atheist and ... what am I, anyway? Bisexual? Asexual and biromantic? Am I a girl, as says my anatomy? Can I just call myself gender confused? I don't know who I am. I really don't know. Stop trying to tell me who to be. This is something I need to figure out on my own. -- Labyrinth. Dear g---, Since I wrote my last unsent letter we've gotten a lot better. You listen when I talk; I listen when you talk. You stay there when I'm hitting my lows, even if you're only there to tell me suicide is selfish. At least you're trying. I can see that you're trying. It means a lot. -- Labyrinth. Dear J---, I still feel like I owe you my life. Please tell me how I can ever repay you for all you've done for me? I may not know who I am, but I know that I need you here. -- Labyrinth. Dear Mother, Stopstopstop. I know that you hate my father. I know you do; you complain about him to the two friends that he lets you have. I know that my brothers and I are the only reason you're not divorcing him. Please, can't we go live somewhere else? You're mean and irritating and judgemental, this is true, but you're way nicer than he is. You may want me to be someone else, but I think that you at least want me. You might not know me very well, and I might not know you, but I like to think you really do love me. I just want him gone, Mommy, please. -- Labyrinth.

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Luminosity.of.a.Shadow — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 17:50:56 -0600

Dear J, It's been more than a year now since I broke up with you. Please do let go now. I "moved on", as you say, a long time ago. Maybe it's selfish, but I "moved on" before I even ended it. I didn't want to hurt you with a relationship with no real feeling-I was stupid to get into it; we were always going to be just friends. When I told you I wasn't letting anyone read my novel until I edited it and edited it and edited some more, I didn't mean I wanted you to edit it. Quit asking. If I want other people to edit it, I'll arrange it myself. Chances are I won't pick you. The first time you'll see it will be once it's published. And yes, you'll have to pay for your own copy. I'm not giving you a thing. And please, for the love of Shawn Spencer, quit treating me like I'm some naive little girl. To quote the song, "I have a target painted on my back. I keep a list of the qualities that good girls lack." Someday soon, if you don't back off, you might very well catch the sharp side of my tongue-because you, like everyone else who's already tried, haven't tamed me yet. BACK AWAY, BUSTER. -L

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itsbells — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 18:53:46 -0600

Dear Josh, No, I am not interested in going out for coffee with you, nor holding your books. I am also not interested in going 4H Wheeling to the old mining shaft, because that sounds scary. And I am not particularly interested in getting a ride home from you, or doing secret garden stuff with you (in the secret garden). That is reserved for people who are not religious prudes (even newly swag-ful ones, such as yourself). I am, however, interested in one of your best friends. Also in seeing you as Mr Darcy in the play. Dear Channer, I miss you, but I would also suggest you do some inappropriate things with yourself and so happen to fall out of a burning airplane flying above the melted polar icecaps while being attacked by a U F O from one side, and a rather upset Lord Voldemort from the other. It may or may not be that I told him you were the one in possession of his last horocrux, without the means to destroy it yet. I hope that you survive the landing, with a hole in your parachute, long enough to be swallowed by a whale with rabies. Inside said whale, you may be forced to live off of plankton until you can write a thorough letter explaining yourself and your previous actions, and send it off in a bottle to the Northern California shores. Then you may permitted to die. Dear Self, Five thousand words really isn't all that much. Get over yourself, remember to stop writing in circles after November, (English teachers do not appreciate the wordiness much, but the NaNo Validators eat it for brunch) and please just finish in time. With an ending and everything, I know that you are capable of it.

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Alpina'sQuill — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 22:09:24 -0600

This thread makes me sad. :-[

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NerdlyLindsey — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 22:36:51 -0600

Dear Friend, You wonder why you are losing so many friends but, you are pushing them away. Try being less of a spoiled brat and be more tolerant and understanding for once. You keep being mean to her but, she's been through more troubles in one year than you have in your entire life. She's strong and hasn't complained about all the horrible things that happened to her and you're pissed that you have to rewrite your homework. I keep trying to be nice to you and its getting harder and harder. You really are a terrible friend but, I don't want to lose you. Please change for the better. Sincerely, Your only friend soon Dear Self, Do your homework and go to bed. Tomorrow can only get better, right? From, Me

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uberskittlez — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:19:34 -0600

Dear A, Please. Please please please, don't toy with me. I don't even know if I like you-- but touching me like that? Saying those things? Making me all... I mean. Come on. Do you really think that you can just toy with me, and then expect me to not mind when you toy with "Pink Lace" half an hour later? I know that you think I'm strong. I know you think it doesn't hurt me, because I've always been good at hiding away my feelings, unless I'd like them to be known. I know you think that I think what we're doing is just having "some fun", that you can talk to our *mutual* friends about the things that we do right in front of me without me having a second thought about it, or feeling like a slut for it. I know you think that I can take everything you're throwing in my face so suddenly. But, Aaron, please. I'm not. I'm a lot weaker than you know. Much [love? like? tolerance? attraction? I don't know.], Coffee

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HarpGuy — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 12:18:31 -0600

Dear L, t'would be much appreciated if you kept my life to yourself. Grr, HG

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sewerrat — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 12:51:21 -0600

Dear people who stole my wallet, I was going to make this an angry rant, but you know what? No. I forgive you. And if I hope you get caught, it's so that you turn yourselves around before it's too late. Or, rather, until it gets really hard and you're in really tough situations. I hope that you become considerate people. I hope you realize that having someone reach into your purse and simply take -as if they are entitled to it- the money that you've slaved for causes a lot of pain and stress. I hope that you find something in your lives that will be meaningful enough to pull you from the dangerous path you are walking. And I hope you get that thing. I really do. -The girl from Chapters Dear Me, I guess this isn't really an unsent letter, since you're reading this. And you should probably be going to the bank right now instead of typing this and surfing the internet. I mean, granted, you've probably earned a little slacker time, but whatever you don't do today will need to be done tomorrow. You kind of have to go to the bank, hon. You need that debit card back, and maybe you can ask about the laptop. Actually, it's too late now. Go tomorrow and pick up the laptop today. Now that that's over with, try to stress less. NaNoWriMo is over. You won! Hurrah! Why haven't you had a nap yet? Classes are over. You handed everything in on time! Hurrah! Stop worrying. You just laid out the plans for the laptop and bank. You don't need to worry about that. As for work, you always do fine. And if you don't do fine, they will be there for you. You're lucky like that. Besides, the Big Guy is taking care of things, so stop worrying. You'll even have a nice 195$ more in your account next Friday! That'll be wonderful for Christmas! Some things to remember (and not stress out about because YOU REMEMBERED, IT'S RIGHT HERE): packing for tomorrow, washing clothes, bank, laptop. That's all. Not much, is it? Breathe in! Breathe out. There you go. I know you're kind of confused right now. That's why you're writing this, after all. But don't worry about that, either. You're smart. You're young enough to make mistakes and get away with them. As long as you try, you'll figure it out. Now, go pick up your laptop. I suppose you could wait until 3. Love, Me

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JuniorFrenzySista — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 19:51:01 -0600

Dear Holidays, Go the (deleted) away. I do not want you! You screw up my life! I have to go to work and I hate my job and if I'm not at work then I end up sleeping all day which makes me feel all fat and lazy. School is good. Especially these last few weeks where I have nothing to do and therefore have free time all day, providing a fun, routine filled day. Perfect. No love whatsoever, Me. Dear Life. Either get better or get worse. Change something. Actually, worse would be good. Bad stuff means I don't feel so bad not getting out of bed all day. But quit it with this kind of uppy-downy thing. Me. Dear mother. Go back to hospital. It's easier to stand you and father when you aren't here. Because I don't have to talk to you or listen to you or do anything but the chores you left us. No love Me. Dear Criminal Minds, COME BACK! So much love, Me. Dear Self. There are a number of things I want to tell you. 1) You have a crush. On a girl. Get over it. You've had it for months now. You don't even see A now that netball is over. Get over it and stop ruining things like the Blessing because you're sitting on a pillar and watching her like a creeper. And everyone else, but seriously. Creeper. Stop it. 2) If you're going to do something stupid, do it. Stop putting it off with vague deadlines and do it. If you don't get your novel finished before then, take the darn thing with you. But get moving or give up. 3) Clean your room. I want to read that last book. And I don't get it until we've cleaned our room. 4) Go and get some more iTunes vouchers. I want more Criminal Minds episodes. And a few Castle wouldn't be frowned upon either. 5) Stop talking to people. Seriously. Because you keep telling them things you don't want to tell them and about ten seconds after, you feel awful for it. Just. Stop. 6) Well done on the Christmas skeleton. He looks very festive. And the skull looks lovely on top of the tree. Now everyone knows who helps decorate the library. How long until the psychopath questions start up again, d'you think? But really, good job. Quite a lot of no love, Me.

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jen101 — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 20:07:49 -0600

Dear self, Don't worry so much. Life has a way of working itself out. You can't control everything. Oh, and you aren't perfect, so do not work so hard for perfection. Because it's never going to come, no matter how hard you work for it. Because, really, I'm happy as long as you just try your hardest. (Oh, and please try to have some fun along the way. This is your senior year after all. This year only happens once, and do you really want to remember how terrible you felt all the time? I doubt it.) Love, me.

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kittygirl27 — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 22:49:05 -0600

Dear person-I-thought-to-be-a-friend, I really thought we were going to be friends until the end of high school. And seeing how close we were last year, it wasn't that far-fetched of a wish. I actually dreaded the fact that you were a year older than me, worrying about what I was going to do in my senior year. What a stupid freshman I was. We barely talk anymore, and yet you act like nothing's changed! After I introduced the two of you, were you just using me? Just talking to me to get to her? Because that's how I feel. And you do nothing to prove me wrong... for once I hate being right. I don't want to break you two up because I couldn't bear to lose the friendships I have with you and her; but it's tearing me apart watching the two of you. We're not twins anymore, I just can't bring myself to tell that to you. So, I'm really stuck; not that you'd ever notice. You're so bloody oblivious. To everything. I'm beginning to see why all of your sister's friends hate you. I guess I'm becoming one of them. Hopefully this isn't goodbye for ever... Me Dear parents, I swear, you two are more blind than me, and I have horrible vision. I'm not the happy-go-lucky person you seem to think that I am, and you don't seem to know me anymore. People change over time. I'VE changed. Nothing's the same since last year. Why can't you see that? So far all you've done is push me furthur away. I can't do anything about it without sharing things with you that I really don't want to make known. You would only push me furthur away. I'm still hoping that you notice that I've changed without me having to scream it at you in a "desperate, shouting retreat". Love, Me

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BlueGonfalon — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 00:37:17 -0600

Dear E, Please stop chatting me. It was fun early on, but then you started having nothing to say. And you're becoming most annoying. Please stop. Your friend, Blue Dear Friends, ...I love that you all love me, but I have a life. 36 comments on one buzz post where all of you ask for a nickname? NOT COOL! I feel pressured now, guys! As though I don't already have enough going on! And all of you writing friends, stop asking me for help. Please. I'm not some writing guru, okay? I may have helped you out of your writer's block, given you ideas to keep going, or just got the gears in your mind turning, but now you have to stop asking me for help. Work on your own. That's how I had to do it for my first few years. COMPLETELY alone. It's not that hard. I think you guys can do it. With Love, Blue

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Piper the Perfect — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 03:33:18 -0600

Dear dark hole, What are you? Depression? I'm not sure. Grief could be a good answer. I have had a lot of !@$@ to legitimately going through the grief phase. I'm crying, just like I wanted. Crying more often now. It's not as relieving as it used to be. Sure I fall asleep, even feel great for the day. But, only to burst into tears, or simply lie there in silent sadness the next evening. I don't like this dark place. Let me out! Please! And if you won't, stop torturing me with those hours of sunshine. Those true moments of happiness. Cheering my best friends on at their concert. When I feel accepted during play rehearsal(the lead in the play is NOT helping with my self esteem right now. She can be so....ADGKLJDFL:KASJG!!!!! But that's another letter), and am laughing with the cast, and things are FINALLY coming together. Stop letting me enjoy those moments. Only to lie on the couch thinking about how my friend believes a lie that really hurts, bursting into tears. No resolve coming from the sobbing like there used to be. A hug and a good night and everything was better. Because I'm stuck in this dark hole, I can't feel relief. I'm tired. I just want to be relieved again. Let me out! Please I'm begging you! Let me out! Who do you THINK it is????? Dear father. I've been really teen angst like this month, and a fair amount unfair. But, another amount is a bit your fault. You're refusing to accept me when I need it most. And please please please PLEASE stop blaming another choice of mine on my best friend. I made the choice. Every SINGLE time I tell you, you won't listen! Gah! But, on the brighter side, you have been such a great and supportive father. That job was really making the monster come out of you, and while you fall back to another job, I'm glad to see you less stressed out again. Thanks for letting me cry, and telling me it's ok to grieve about something that happened two years ago. There's no need for me to be guilty. Thank you so much! I missed this father, and I'm so glad to have him back. At least six days out of the week. Why did you have to get a stressful job during Novemeber?? XD Just thank you. Loving you just a bit more now. Your daughter. Dear lead in the play. YOU! LKJDF;lksdjf;lkasjdf;lkjsda! You are the most SELFISH! SPOILED ROTTEN! "POPULAR" GAHHH! There are so many things that pop into my head. You are the kind of people I try all the time to avoid. And I get to be on stage with you during nearly the whole show! I am so GLAD my character DESPISES you. Because of how much of a @$@#@@ BRAT you've been, I couldn't imagine acting like your best friend. My hands were sweaty during that scene where I have to cover your mouth for a moment. I apologize, and do you not see me wash my hands like three times before the show and dry them, and doing my very best to keep my sweating down? I know you do. Yet you make the passive agressive move to cover your mouth while I reach for it. THANKS! And I guess I shouldn't blame you, you have no idea that I'm in this dark hole that refuses to let me out. But even if I wasn't, you're the very kind of person who makes my blood BOIL! The kind who get to act as awkward as they want and pass it off as "cool". While I make a couple of awkward moves, and I'm classifed as "weird." Because what? I don't act like a slut the whole time? I haven't dated every single guy in the play? I don't date someone in the play? HONESTLY! What is your deal!??!?!?! I have done NOTHING but be nice to you! And be supportive. And sorry if my questions were a little intrusive. I never meant it. But being twenty minutes late to rehearsal three days in a row, I figured you were just hanging with friends. You've done that. A LOT! Making our rehearsals AWFUL, causing us to get LESS work done. So I just asked a casual question of where were ya. And you wave me off like I asked what your sexual preference is. And you are the most INCONSIDERATE person to every single person in the play. We have BARELY A WEEK left. And yes, I know. The choir room doesn't feel as great as the stage. But COME ON! That's were we began our real practices BESIDES our run throughs. So yesterday, you're great on stage. We work off each other's energy. And I see your TRUE nature once we get to the choir room. YOU. ONLY. CARE! About the people that will affect getting you into the next high school production. GAHH!!!! WE HAVE BARELY A WEEK! During rehearsal you are to take it SERIOUSLY! And since you are the lead, there is only SO MUCH I can do to try to keep the energy going. My character is spiteful. Your character is all over the place energetic. Just because we had the two student co directors instead of the teacher and the "official" student director does NOT give you cause to txt on your phone while just "saying" your lines. NO! We haven't done that since DAY ONE!!!!! And only caring about a friend coming into the room so they can watch you. REALLY? That's ALL you care about? How more SELF-CENTERED CAN YOU GET!??!?!?!!??!?!? L:GKKJADSFLKJ:LKDJGL:KJGGAH!!!! And you say "fine fine I'll act." Once she's in the room as long as they keep her in there. You don't even try. You act like an elementary schooler who adds a bit of enthusiam who is only thinking about what they are serving in the cafeteria for lunch. I JUST CAN'T STAND YOU! And being surrounded by guys when I saw you at lunch? I have a feeling they all were there because they've heard you put out if people are nice enough. Ok that last one was below the belt. But, I'm tired of this passive agressive attitude when I've done NOTHING wrong but be just a TAD bit quirky! The girl who tolerates you! Dear best friend. I love you, and probably always will. But, really? You compare the lie of a friend to yours, to an old friend of mines sexual assault and assume my old friend is lying? My old friend never had a history of lies like your friend did. I could tell your friend was a liar the second I met her. YOU! On the other hand. COULDN'T! And my old friend. I was with her the morning after it happened. I stuck by her side. I saw her mood swings. I saw her fight to come to terms with what happened. I took her to the doctor who confirmed THEMSELVES that she was sexually assaulted. But did you ask me about any of this? No, you took his GIRLFRIEND'S word that he was lying! How did we get on the subject anyway? Thanks to that lovely little tidbit, I broke into tears again tonight. I probably would have found something else to cry about anyway. This year has really sucked. And when I tried to tell you that she wouldn't lie about that stuff. You felt bad, but you didn't talk about it. Your set in your ways. How long have you believed this? And how stupid can you be? I love you but gosh, it's going to take me awhile to recover from this. I wish you could have seen what I saw. Seen her mood swings. Seen her break down. Wished you could have been a better friend. I was only a poor little freshman girl. I wish you could see the hours I spent replaying every second in my mind, and finding the moment where I could change something, change to where she didn't get sexually assualted. But, since she was a jerk to you, since you told blabber mouths NEITHER of us knew, you decided to join the opposite party. I don't like going through this again. We went through this Freshman year and it sucked. GAH! Why can't I get away from Freshman year? No matter WHAT I DO? And you all want me to come back senior year? HA! Are you all @##$@#@#@$ INSANE? I'm in online school and I still can't get away from it! But, because I see your redeeming qualities, we got past this before and will again. I love ya, always will. Your besty! Dear 2011, $#$@#@% YOU! GAH! WONDERFUL KICK OFF! A week in I find out my religion's a HOAX! GREAT! THANKS! And so many more things! #$@#!@$@# YOU! The girl that no one seems to remember her name, but remembers she's quirky! DEAR SAME! YOU @$#%@# BASS[CENSORED]! FINE you had some PTSD! But #@$#$#@ IT! You were my inspiration. You were so full of life. And the navy chopper gets shot down, and that very same evening you kill yourself. I don't get to go to your funeral. I can't believe I'm still mad at you. I don't get to go to your funeral because you didn't leave a reason why. And your family blamed the business he was a part of. The navy seal chopper is just a theory among many. You didn't think for a @#@$@#@$@# SECOND about those you would leave behind? Didn't you have a WIFE!? How selfish could you be? You know, I thought about killing myself. But, sure there was an odd mixture of pride against it. I didn't want a bunch of the "popular" kids saying they "loved" me at my funeral. But I couldn't hurt my friends like that. They don't deserve that. They're lives are tough enough as it is. And possibly you thought about how some of your family would hurt after you left. But figuring they'll eventually recover from it. I bet never for a split second the little teen aspiring actor by the name of Victoria passed your mind for a moment. How you were going to break a poor little teenager's heart the second she heard the news. I am happy though. My parents found your grave. I'm going to visit you soon. And I better get some freaking closure. The girl you didn't think about for a split second People on this forum. I feel your pain. And I wish I had comforting words to share. But, each of your lives is special. There is someone out there who cares. And someone who will miss you if you do something drastic. Things eventually get better. They have to. I can't believe things are awful forever. And relish the happy moments. Don't think about the darkness when they pass. During the happy moments I forget the darkness exists. And I love those moments, they may just be what keeps me alive. Love you all, and keep being you and doing what you're doing. That's all that matters. Piper The "not so" perfect

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HarpGuy — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 16:38:44 -0600

Dear F, Please make up your mind. Don't just leave me hanging here like this. Yours hopefully, HG Dear P, Pleh. You're hardly subtle. Fond though I am of you, no. Please don't make me have to reject you. I really don't want that. Also, you're scaring me slightly. HG

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Hunger Ludinivalis — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 21:51:06 -0600

Dear H, I ~~love~~ really really like you. Now, could you please be nice and, say, maybe let me know for sure that you really really like you? Thanks. Sincerely, Guy With A Pointless Love Life ._.

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thatfreakizzzie — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 22:32:01 -0600

Dear Brother, I do not appreciate you comparing me to our drug addicted cousin. Just because I don't want to own my own business or become a brain surgeon like you guys, doesn't mean I am going to end up like her. I have my own plans for my life, and I would like it if you would just accept that, and not put me down for it. It is my life, and whether I am making millions like you will or not, I will be happy and living my life for God, and to me, that is all that matters. Love, Elizabeth

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Piper the Perfect — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 22:52:05 -0600

Dear 2011, Did not see that one coming. Thanks for already causing a kick off for next year that hasn't even started yet! This is gonna be rough. I really deserve a break. The girl in the back of the room typing on her laptop

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uberskittlez — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 19:56:45 -0600

Dear A, So, I have to send another letter to you already. Because to be completely honest, you completely screw up my life. I'm glad that Quincy hit you (multiple times) in the hall on Friday. You deserved it. You know better than to grab the ass of anyone's girlfriend, let alone Quincy's girlfriend. You've been hitting on everyone lately, and everyone's tired of it. All you're doing is making yourself look like an ass. Stop it. You're a good friend of mine, but I can't defend you forever. And I'm not even sure that I want to. Regards, Coffee. Dear Brandon E., Come on, dude. You know how she is. You know that she'll leave you in the blink of an eye, for Quincy, or for Ryan, or for pretty much anyone who decides that they think she's halfway cute, because she's that kind of girl. She's the kind of girl that I used to be. You know you can do better, and I know you can do better, so why are you with her? She'll only hurt you. But I suppose you know what's best for you, right? And I respect that. And just know that when she's got you whipped, and then she leaves you behind, I'll be there to pick up the peices, because I'm that kind of person. Love you (in a very sisterly way), Coffee Dear Gabriel, Oh, come on. YOU'RE GOING TO A DIFFERENT HIGH SCHOOL THAN ME. You're leaving me behind, the same way that you always leave me behind! You refuse to believe that I've been someone who knows you, knows how you think, actually understands you. I'm some one who, despite my lies about not hearing, listens to every word that you say. And I'm going to miss you. I almost commented on your blog today, and I almost said, "It'll be weird to not have you around anymore", but Fish, it's a lie. It won't be weird for you to not be around me. Because you don't want to be around me at all anymore, and that hurts, because we've been best friends since third fucking grade, and it's just... It makes me really, really sad, is all I have to say. Whatever, Corbett

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Outlier- — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:13:36 -0600

Dear H, PLEASE stop being so spoiled. You're my best friend and I love you and everything, but seriously. You are going to how many countries this year? Spain and England at Easter, America in the summer, then Romania, then maybe Germany... I'm not even leaving bloody Dublin. You are getting absolutely NO sympathy from me when you whine about being FORCED to go to California by your horrible parents, and how much you don't want to go because they have spiders. Pull yourself together. I also do not care if your cruel and horrible parents won't get you a new iPhone. I really, really don't care. You know fully well that I can't afford any of that stuff, and yet you still moan about it to me, even when I tell you to get over yourself, you never SHUT UP about it. Well, screw you. Go and moan to all your little private-school friends. Also, don't expect pity from me when one of your friends in school doesn't like you as much as she used to. I've been basically alone in my school for the four years that I've been here, and guess what? I got over it, and don't moan about it every hour of the day. I advise that you do the same. As well, please stop sending me texts saying that something really terrible has happened, or that you are going to kill yourself, and then it's actually only something small. I know lots of people use those type of phrases lightly, I do too, but when you send them with no explanation whatsoever, it really scares me. As it has good reason to, which you know full well. And for the love of Jesus, stop wearing that Queen t-shirt. Queen is MY favourite band, as you know full well. Freddy Mercury is MY favourite singer. You can't even name 10 Queen songs, without changing the subject. Basically, what I'm saying is stop moaning to me about the stuff that doesn't matter, and trust me with the stuff that does. Also... it's nice to be listened to every once in a while. Just so you know. Fiona.

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Anne Teresa — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:15:42 -0600

Dear homework, Please do yourself, or take an early Christmas vacation. I do not like you, especially on Sunday night. -Annie

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Piper the Perfect — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 02:00:25 -0600

To everyone here. Being a teenager sucks. A lot. I know there's the upsides, but gosh. I nearly hate every moment of it. The ups and downs. Growing, figuring out who you are. And it doesn't help when you're a writer. And I found this amazing wrtiers group. Only to be moving away. I swear my family is nomadic.

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thatfreakizzzie — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 03:06:47 -0600

Dear Walt Disney, Thank you for creating the happiest, most magical place in the world! Thank you for being so imaginative and progressive. You are my inspiration; I hope to make people's dreams come true and put smiles on their faces. Happy birthday! Sincerely, Elizabeth

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shadow.of.smoke — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 14:43:52 -0600

Dear boyfriend, We're dating... now can we please go out on a date? I understand that we both had band for the first few weeks... but now that that's over... pretty please? I want to talk to you so badly. Seeing you in school isn't enough. From, your girlfriend P.S.: I still get a thrill when I write boyfriend/girlfriend. Dear Ash, I'm really really worried about you. And I want to be there for you. But I'm not sure if I can. I feel myself slipping back into last year, and I can't stand the thought of that. I don't know what to do to help you. I'm just really confused, and I don't have all of the answers, and I really hope you understand that. From, me Dear S and A: Both of you assert that the other has no friends, and no one likes her. You both have faults. You both have strengths. I hate having our group ripped apart... Can't we be stronger than this? From, watching you guys talk nice to each other's faces then turn around and complain Dear self, You're doing better. You are. Look at you. The meds work, and you can talk to people. Actually talk to them. You can grin and laugh. Yeah, you're not perfect. There are still somethings about you that you want to change. That's okay. In fact, it's probably a good thing to start taking things seriously and speaking honestly, instead of just being sarcastic all the time. You don't need to defend yourself from these people. Relax. And you're stronger than this. You don't need to get into everything you did last year. You put away the safety pins. Now leave them there. Don't touch them. (don't you see, Ash? I'm scared of doing this again. I hate saying this, but I don't need to be reminded about how things were unless I have a planned escape route out of those circular thoughts.) You really are doing better, though. And you can stay that way, as long as you want to. Do it. From, me

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Piper the Perfect — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:18:57 -0600

Dear dad, My brother, you've had to pull out of traditional school. Twice. Because he would get into fights and cause trouble with teachers. He is constantly yelling and talking back and fighting with our sister. I on the other hand is a little behind in school, have an educational recreational time(writing). And am a little behind in school. And if you know what he watches in his free time you'd probably kill him! And just because I read a little "anti religion" things I am therefore IRRESPONSIBLE? BTW! I haven't read any of the "anti lies" as you call them since you give me your "challenge". And because I do that I'm not allowed a computer in my room. But he is? Because he wants one to make videos with his XBOX????? Where is the fairness in this? And you wonder why I've considered the fact of moving out the second I'm legally able. WHICH BTW WAS MY OWN GOD DAMN BUSINESS! Can I have SOME PRIVACY? GAH!!!! I still love you. But I'm not five anymore. SEE THAT PLEASE????? GAHHH!!

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werekitty — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 10:54:23 -0600

Dear people who post here, I read everything. And maybe it's none of my business (actually, it isn't at all...) but I definitely sympathize with A LOT of what's being said. Hang in there guys. :) werekitty :) Dear pretend family, Hehe. :) you guys are better than my real family. I can't believe it took you guys so long to move here! But I'm glad you came when you did. <3 Don't know what I would do without you guys. kitty(: Dear so-called friends, I don't really appreciate you telling me what I should or shouldn't do around him. It's not my fault I like him, and it's not my fault he has a girlfriend. He and I have been getting this figured out, which is what we should be doing, NOT you guys. You girls don't even know how to interact with guys in a mature way. You barely know what it's like to have a "guy friend" who isn't a romanic interest of some kind to you. It's all about you, isn't it? You have to give your "professional opinions" on everything. That's why I no longer feel bad about being best friends with Bryan like you were trying to make me feel. I've decided that he's a better friend than all of you, combined, could ever be to me. kitty Dear Bryan, Even though we like each other a lot, we pretend to be married and have "kids", we stay up late every night talking to each other when we should both be sleeping, and we write each other "love notes"........ we aren't together. Like, what the heck. In all normal circumstances I'd say that we'd be dating by now. You've said that too. You even admitted it yourself that this whole thing would be easier if you didn't. have. a girlfriend. But you do. So does any of this even matter? I get the whole "just being friends" thing, but we both know that's a bunch of bull that we use as our excuse for doing everything together. Literally. Which isn't a bad thing! But then I get labelled as the bad girl, the one who's trying to break up the "perfect couple" and I don't like that. But I like you. A lot. She's states away, and I don't want you guys to break up if that's not what you want, but I can't figure out what you want. And it's very confusing to me! I don't know how I feel about you sometimes, at least when it comes to how much I like you. I know that you're my best guy friend, possibly more than that. But I can't figure you out. You're so darn complicated. Also, you give the most bestest hugs ever. I don't know if I would make it through the day without your hugs. :) Lots of love, your "wife" :)

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Lectin Gaezat — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 04:46:35 -0600

Dear Family, I know that during this holidays I have been putting on a bit of weight, contrary to losing it. I know that, and I am trying to change things around in the past few days and eating less, working out more. Just because I don't do it in front of your face doesn't mean I am not trying. You don't see me doing 200 sit-ups and 100 push-ups in the morning, in the bathroom. You won't know if I went running or anything in the morning at 4am when you aren't around or soundly asleep. You just don't know. And you shouldn't make things hard for me. Telling me that I am lazing around and being a sloth when I come down to look at the food you guys have made and I just want to [censored!] enjoy the smell is not [censored!] funny at all. Hello. I am still a person with eating disorders. Do you want me to get pushed off into starving and binging /again/? Have you forgotten that I have gone to a mental hospital for it before? Clearly not. I'm just going to eat a pittance for dinner. [Censored!] you, family. I am so annoyed at you for this. Your well-adjusted eldest son.

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goblingirl — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 05:36:14 -0600

Dear X, Shut. Your. Mouth. It's a DEBATE THREAD. If you're going to go in there and post just to tell the person in it that she should stop because she "makes people too afraid to speak out" and "all she does is tear people's opinions down", then don't go in. That isn't debating. That's a little thing called "ad hominem" which is generally--newsflash!--what people use when they don't actually have any legitimate arguments left! So how about if all you're going to do is insult her, you get your whiny behind out of a thread for people to DEBATE (so don't yell at her for arguing, because that is THE FRAGGING POINT of that thread and indeed that whole section of the forums) and write a sad poem in your journal or something. Don't bug us big kids with your insults when we're trying to have a discussion. No love, Me PS: if you happen to read this--hi, angelface! Did you miss me? No? Too bad. PPS: I write what I want, so get over it. Dear Nonexistent Gods I Ended Up Creating, Why aren't you real? Love, Your Mama

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HarpGuy — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 15:00:22 -0600

Dear females of the world (and some specific ones), Why are you so scary? HG Dear me, Stop being pathetic. Frustratedly, self.

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Hunger Ludinivalis — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 15:57:36 -0600

Dear Self, Well. I really hope your proud of yourself. She was RIGHT THERE! It was the perfect opportunity! And after all, you're pretty sure that she likes you, and think that she knows that you like her. So why don't you just go [censored] ask her out? Please? Not-at-all-happy-with-you, Yourself. P.S. You really need to take some weight off. Like, now.

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Luminosity.of.a.Shadow — Fri, 09 Dec 2011 19:01:00 -0600

Dear self, This whole 'let's see just how much I can stress my body until it breaks down' thing needs to quit. I understand we have a lot of work to do at school, and a lot of 'drama trauma' from our friend and parents that we're freaking out about. But we should still be sleeping at least six hours a night, and we should definitely not have cut down to one meal a day. Where did that even come from? We're starving all the time and we're terrifying our best friend. The physical body is less important than the mind-true, in its way. But we are not just a mind, we need our body so we can move around and punch I in the kisser when we get the opportunity. Besides, deliberately trying to cause yourself to break down smacks of serious problems. You don't want to actually get chucked in the loony bin, do you? -L

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HarpGuy — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 03:24:08 -0600

Dear self, Just stop flapping and panicking. It doesn't matter that you have no idea how, just go for it and ask her out. You really are beginning to annoy me here. Frustratedly, HG

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 04:00:41 -0600

@Harp Ask her out. Believe me it's better knowing "No" than spend forever wondering. But here's my hopes to her saying yes. *Crosses fingers* Best of luck! Piper

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goblingirl — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 15:34:03 -0600

Dear Everyone Reading This Thread, Sorry, more Internet drama troubles :/ Love, Katie Dear X, How. DARE. You. After what happened last year, when your so-called friends trashed you behind your back and called you immature and annoying and a whiny b*****? After how hurt you were by it? You have the bricking NERVE to do that to someone else? I didn't speak up because I learned my own lesson about live chat arguments. But trust me, sweetie, if I can buck up the courage you'll be hearing about this. You'll be hearing how hypocritical you are, and how much of an a**hat. You'll be hearing how I can no longer consider you a friend--I forgave H, because S forgave her and because at the least she had the nerve to insult S where S could see her. But I will not forgive you. Suffice to say that what little respect I had for you is gone. Completely. No love, Katie P.S And if you see this? I write what I want. Feel free to PM me about it, but let it be known you won't like the response.

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Matuami — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 17:10:22 -0600

Dear Queen Bee & Co., who decided one day that we were no longer best friends, and I was in fact no longer a human being, This is not high school. Y'all are hypocritical twits and I glory in my better quality of life now that I'm able to actually have my own opinions. Video games suck and I think you're foolish for spending that much time and money on them; I go to church every Sunday; I am gay and you can't try to tell me that I like girls. Yah! - Meeeeeeeeee

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Sarcastic_R_Us — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 12:58:41 -0600

Dear Dad, Nice try. But that's not how this game works. I cannot be tricked. I cannot be manipulated. So make your move and make it a good one. You forget I'm the champion at the Quiet Game. -Cassie Dear [name redacted], Your lack of common courtesy is about to send me over the edge. Have an actual conversation or get a Twitter for goodness' sake. -Cassie

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HarpGuy — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 10:35:46 -0600

Dear F, Stop being so hard to catch. I run into you all the time except for when I actually want to talk to you. I spent so much time today getting up the courage to ask you out but then I didn't get the chance. Yours somewhat frustratedly, HG

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sewerrat — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 10:39:15 -0600

Dear Self, Don't you feel fancier now that I've used 'self'? Even though you're in PJs? Anyways, you should probably go work on Dusk now. Or you could read the Hunger Games again. I know you want to. Why not, right? But do me a favor and eat something, while you're at it. Make yourself a hot chocolate, grab some fruit, and kick back by the Christmas tree with Katniss Everdeen & co. After a while, you will return to your room and type at least 1000 words. When you've done that, you can shower or watch Pride and Prejudice, depending on the time. Have fun! Love, Self PS: remember to keep drinking water.

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Alinzar410 — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:13:37 -0600

Dear Brain.... WHY? Why did you have to be fragile enough to get concussed? Why did you have to make it so that I would have to sneak onto the computer? Why did you have to isolate me? But thanks for the whole no exams thing... Sincerely, Bored and lonely self Dear Parents... I TOLD YOU SO!!!! HAHAHAHA! I did it even with all of your "it's not going happen this year, Eva" and "Why don't you put your computer away?" I even managed to get decent grades! Granted, they're not the best ever, but it's something... So please, please, please stop crushing my dreams. Please start believing in me... Love, Eva

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hoblaph — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 20:29:45 -0600

Dear family, Plaease stop fighting with each other and just get along. Do you have any idea how hard it is to see any of you like this. And when I try to make you think about it, all you do is push me away, unwilling to say anything. And I really want to help and make it better, so stop pushing me away like it doesn't concern me. I hat eto tell you, but it really does. More than you know, at least. And it is no one's fault in particular, so just stop acting like kids in the playground. Act you pwn age, not the age of my cousin's kids. Please! ~hoblaph

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BlueGonfalon — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 21:53:40 -0600

Dear Self, Don't you DARE spit out anymore food. Don't you dare even THINK of bulimia. It is NOT a good idea. Please. For your own sake. Don't do this. The diet will help. You've lost two or three pounds in two days already. Keep going. Talk to characters when you get scared you can't make it. Especially Ian, Ello, and Katie. They'll help you. Bulimia will not help you. It will make your life Hell. Please don't go down this path. Love, Your self.

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HarpGuy — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 09:22:30 -0600

Dear self, That was utterly pathetic. Really truly awful. Traditionally, asking a girl out does not consist of just making a little squeaking noise and wandering off unable to speak. Not impressed Yours very fed-up-ly, HG

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VencieMasquerade — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 23:22:21 -0600

Dear Blue, You are stunningly gorgeous. You don't have to worry about your physical appearance, no bulimia or diets are needed. I know its tough when you go to school with twigs but God made you the way you are and you are the most beautiful thing he's ever set eyes on. Vencie Dear Adrian, It's been three hundred sixty four days and three hours since I found out I would never see you again. I know we had drifted apart somewhat in the last year but I still think about you almost everyday. You have no idea how much I miss seeing your smile and freckles and getting your hugs. I still can't play spoons without feeling sad because no one will play extreme spoons with me like you did. It took me ages, and sometimes I think I still am, to stop being angry at you. For months I was furious that all you saw was what hurt and how convenient it would be. Did you not think about how much hurt that one piece of rope would cause for everyone else here? Your parents and siblings, your friends we still want you here even if you didn't want to be. But I'm not angry now, at least not at the moment. Now I'm just sad that something, something you wouldn't tell us, drove you to that point. You were the greatest kid this town has ever seen and we lost something massive when you did it. You were the first crush I ever had and I never got the chance to tell you, even looking back on it years in the future. I try to honor your memory, try no to forget you but its starting to go. It's been a year and yet I still miss you like it was yesterday. Alex.

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leeleewolf — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 23:53:21 -0600

I have a lot to say. Dear Z- Please stop doing this. You scare me to death, telling me you're going to kill yourself, then you get mad at me when I tell your mom and you tell me you weren't serious. You KNOW I've lost someone to suicide and you KNOW that I've attempted myself more than once. This is not something to joke about or mess around with. IF YOU'RE SERIOUS, tell me, and don't you DARE go back and tell me that you never meant any of it. I can understand if it happened once or twice, but this is too much. I'm glad that you trust me enough to come to me when you're feeling desperate and devastated. But PLEASE, for the love of all that is good, DON'T tell me if you don't mean it. I'm sick of the emotional rollercoaster, and I'm sick of you getting angry with me each time I tell (you should know by now that I'm definitely going to tell), and I'm sick of feeling stupid and used. Come to me and say you're upset. I'm fine with that. But don't say you're going to kill yourself. You scare me, and I worry about you. It's all in love, really, but you're slowly eating away at my sanity and I can't take it anymore. You're one of my closest friends, and I really don't want to lose you now. Love, Me Dear J- You. You're sending me on a rollercoaster, too. One day you can't stop flirting with me, and the next I don't exist. THAT'S why I'm constantly saying that: you're telling me with your actions. I don't like you as more than a friend no matter how fun it is to flirt with you, but I freaking hate being ignored. It's torture to sit next to you every other day and have you not even look my way. That's why I keep begging R for Monsters. They get me hyper enough that I don't feel embarrassed to yell "ACKNOWLEDGE ME" in your ear. (By the way, I'm sorry that I made your headache worse last week. It wasn't my fault, it was the caffeine.) And I wish you'd talk to me. You're constantly mentioning how much your life sucks right now, and I desperately want to help. I can't if I don't know what's going on. I miss when you trusted me enough to vent to me. Also, please quit taking off your glasses. No offense, but you look ugly without them. I don't know what it is. Sincerely, the girl who "doesn't exist" Dear N- I like you. A lot. And you like me, or so says EVERYONE who's ever seen you around me since the beginning of freshman year. I'm sorry it's taken me two and a half years to be completely single and actually give you a chance. I can't wait to spend Saturday with you. I've been doing my best to let you know I like you without coming out and saying it because I'm too shy. Of course, you're super shy, too, so we may hit an impasse... I just wish you'd specify if Saturday was a hang-out or a date. I'd like it to be a date ;) Also, yes I flirt with other guys. A lot. But it's only in fun. I only like one guy :) Yours (I hope), Me Dear R- I love you, okay? You make me smile when no one else can. Thank you for being so in tune with my emotions lately. I owe a lot to you. You're the only one who seems to notice sometimes. And thank you for fueling my addiction xD Please keep your chin up. I know it's hard right now with her acting so distant, but I promise you she just needs time to sort stuff out. I know, I'm one of her confidants. It's gonna be alright. Love, your junior Dear S- I FREAKING PLATONICALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH I FEEL LIKE BURSTING SOMETIMES. I love our inside jokes. I love how many views we have in common. I love all the websites you direct me to. I love that you're everything I want to be. You're so freaking adorable, did you know that? I love the sad chibi drawings that fill your frustrating math quizzes. I love the way you flaunt Bun Bun when I'm too scared to take him out. I love getting tackled by you when I randomly run into you at stores and social events. I love how excited you get when you see me in the hallways. I love your passionate love and hate for different items. I love listening to you rant. Never change, and never leave me. Love, your duck

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reverse-paradox — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 16:38:42 -0600

Dear family, I'm not okay. Love, Lia. Dear self, Stop lying to yourself. You can't hold it all in forever, baby doll. Give in. Love, Myself. Dear everyone on this thread and the rest of the forums, Stay strong, okay? <3 Love, Lia.

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Labyrinth Rose — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 19:41:33 -0600

Dear J---, You will never understand. You'll never know how amazing it is when you calm me down when I'm at my worst anxiety. You'll never know that I pushed my best friend away almost in tears because I couldn't deal with being touched... And ten minutes later when you hugged me everything snapped back into place. You'll never know that I would have killed myself that night if you hadn't been there to talk to means make me feel like my life is worth something. You'll never know that I might have dropped back into old habits; starving myself like I used to, but you called me stunning for seemingly no reason and I believed you. You'll never know that late in the night, I might grab my old blade, and prepare to make another incision- but I stop because you wouldn't want me to keep hurting myself. You will never understand that when A told me about how you wrote a whole page in your journal about me, saying that you and I would be the perfect couple if you didn't still like S-----, I mean, you never le that stop you before. Lets be honest, you've cheated before. So it makes me think maybe you're just waiti until you're completely over her... Maybe I'm special? Maybe you want us to mean more? I don't know. I will never understand. ~ Casey. Dear Sally, Just stop it. When I tell you that I want to die, don't rant at me about how selfish suicide is. Don't tell me that if I killed myself, you'd hate me forever and you'd never talk about me and you wouldn't go to my funeral. That just makes me want to do it more. I had a plan that night of how I would stop me. I was going to do it. Do you want to know what stopped me? I reread a conversation I had with J. You made me decide that that was the night. You put me in that place because you wouldn't miss me. And you tell me not to get involved with him. I know that he's twelve and I'm almost fifteen, but he's mature for his age. He stopped me without me even telling him. Not you. He cares about me. Not you.

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hoblaph — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:06:24 -0600

Dear Brother, Please understand that I find things far more interetsing than youdo. And different things than you too. I like many things thatyou have no taste for, so why shoudl that alo not be true of you to me. I just want you to respect what I like and stop trying to coerce me into doing what you like and wnat to do. I just find some thigns far more interesting and fun than others. And when I'm tired, please let me sleep. And when I want to be alone, let me be. Don't bother me when I busy and the door is closed. Oh, and angst isn't befitting of you, especially in your first real school year. Can I just say, "Welcome to real life. Now wait until the real burdens of life come to you shortly. I know what its like, so don't complain to me." And stop complaining about how you hate French. I like French for one, and two, the projects can be done in a half-hour easy. You fed up brother ~Graeme Dear NaNo buddy, D-- Thanks for not being so tired and angry all the time now. You're back to your old self, and that is much better than it has been for the past couple of weeks. You need to be a happy person 'cuz anger isn't you. THanks for being yourt old self onece again. ~hoblaph Dear E----- All those things that were coming have already passed. So pleases stop bothering me about what has happened, as things won't be like that ever again. And why don't you talk to S---- anymore. She misses you more than you know. I thought she was your best frined... ~hoblaph Dear S------ You're a nice person, so why are you always so depressed? At least we're talking again, so thast good. But why did we even stop talking in the first place? ~hoblaph Dear C-------

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Chestergirl28 — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:08:19 -0600

Dear Chris, You really don't get this true love thing, do you? I know I barely have said a hundred words to you, but I know I love you, so why don't you? I mean seriously, the future love of your life is auditioning for Juliet and you don't even bother to show up to try out for Romeo??? And you're even the president of the dramatic society- gosh. Well, too bad for you, because I'll be spending a large portion of 2 hours making out onstage with Clark Lambo. And you'll have to watch. So ha. Love love love, A/Juliet Dear Hannah, You probably don't get it- I don't want to be your friend again. You messed with my trust. You were only my friend when it was convenient. You didn't even notice me until I was gone. You are never getting me back as a friend. So there, A

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Clover313 — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 22:51:02 -0600

Dear J: You. Are. Beautiful. So just stop it! You're flipping 5.7", and you weigh, like, 84 pounds! If you lose any more weight, you will disappear into nonexistence! Besides, using those silly diet drinks is going to have the opposite effect. You will gain weight. My grandma wrote a book on it, you should pick up a copy. But that's not the point. You're already gorgeous! How do you think that I feel when I see you worrying about your weight when I will NEVER be that tall or that skinny? I'm 5.0" and I weigh 115 pounds! You don't see me downing dieting drinks or cutting out my sugar! If you want to change, you should focus on eating healthy and getting exercise, not just on losing weight and looking pretty. You already look gorgeous! You don't need to change how you look. Please, I am begging you. Don't go down this road. A very worried friend trying to look out for you, -M

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firelight_cinderbrick — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 05:38:11 -0600

Dear myself, Oi! Stop beating yourself up. Dude, your not worthless. Your on the top of your @#*%ing class. You ARE worth something. And guess what that '' peice of $#&*'' that is your novel, will turn out awesome. Dear laptop, Please, please stop lagging. Life is stressful as it is. Dear you, Really? That's all your doing? Can't you talk to me for once? Dear brother, Stop being a brat. It'll gave you a hell of a lot of grief. You can't get whatever you want. It just doesn't work like that. So stop freaking out when I get some of your cookies. Dear person, I know your out there I can feel it. Dear imagination, Gah! Stop driving me crazy! It's your fault I became a writer. You nag me all the time whenever I'm not writing. Can't you just let me live a normal life of a gamer and a reader? P.S. i love the dreams you send though, what happened? are you getting lazy? why aren't I having them anymore? Dear heart, shut up and listen to brain Dear brain, Be more controlling over heart Dear novel, You are being reborn. this is going to be an awkward transition.

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craftytexangirl — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 13:40:26 -0600

Dear Mr. C., You are the greatest teacher I've ever had. You took me from a high D, low C in math to a high A student around the sphere of school. You cared about me. That was more than anyone has ever done while I've lived here, but especially so for a teacher. You are a young teacher, and don't lose that feeling for teaching. Teaching is a wonderful profession. Please don't lose sight of the children you teach. Dear S., You are the most wonderful kid I've ever met. I wish you would realize that she's only hurting you. Please open your eyes, so to speak. You are talented beyond anyone I've ever known. Please, please, please care about yourself. Your care for others is something unique to you in many people, but really, you are destroying yourself over this girl. Losing sleep and self-esteem being only two of the things you're losing... for her. Not to mention that she's a terrible match for you. She is not like you. She is a different type of person. I really, really hope that soon you'll see that. You deserve the best. Please save yourself... because as much as I tell you these things, I know it's only you who can make the decision for yourself. Dear T., You were my longest relationship before the one I'm in now. Do you know how much I miss you? It doesn't matter, of course. I remember when I first broke up with you and how much absolute willpower that took for me. You had lost the love in me, or maybe you were afraid of the distance. Either way, seeing the words you typed to her that weren't hidden at all whatsoever made me weep. I deserved better. Even though it killed me to do it, I knew I had to. We had been fighting anyway, all that week that I had moved in February. You knew I didn't want to leave. But I didn't have a choice, they had made the decision without even really asking if I wanted anything differently. Still, you treated me like moving was my fault and maybe it was because you were hurt by my absence. I guess I can understand that, misplacing the anger for lack of anyone else to give it to. I still love you, even though it's changed and you know that. When weeks after we'd broken up I was chasing after you, and now you occasionally chase after me. Time goes on, we'll both move on, but we'll have each other in our hearts forever. You saved me from such a terrible time in my life and I'll never be able to thank you enough for that. It's unfortunate too, your mother had just begun to like me and then I have to move. And then we broke up. You and your dad though, really, the both of you made that time in my life one of the best times I've ever been, some of the happiest months of my life. Thank you for that. I will forever owe you for it. Dear Father of T., You are without a doubt the most amazing man I've ever known. It's unfortunate that you moved and that I can't write this as a real letter to you because you deserve that. You are a veteran of this country and it took its toll on you for sure, but the world is lucky to have you still here to love and to give to the world, bitter though you may seem at times. You are so full of love and affection but you rarely show it. You're an amazing cook, I still remember all the dinner evenings I spent at your house because I couldn't pass up the food. But more importantly, you really changed the way I looked at life and things. You are so strong. I wish I could talk to you still because I need someone just like you - no, I really still need you - in my life. You tease and play and are sarcastic, but you are loving and you do care when it's needed. I want to just talk to you for hours. I miss you so much - sometimes, I think I miss you more than I miss the relationship. You're an amazing man, and more like a father to me (even now that we no longer communicate) than my father was while I lived with him but came over so often. Dear Mother of T., I know that it took a long time for you to grow on me and then I pretty much turned around and slapped you in the face by my actions. Please know that it had nothing to do with you. I loved you too, while we were never as close I loved talking to you when I got the chance. Please know that I loved your family and you and just everything that you all did for me. I wish I could have done better to let you see how much I appreciated it all. I wish I had more words... but I've nothing. I'm sorry. Dear Conner, I wish I could really write this to you, but I don't think letters can get to wherever the afterlife live. I'm mostly writing this as a way to say goodbye, because I never got the chance. Death is a cruel thing. I miss you. I love you. That's what hurts the most, the thought that you died and left this world without knowing that 110% that you held my heart. You died on 6/26/07 and I still think about you all the time. I wonder if you see my turtle ring, I wear it at all times just for you. I fucking love you. We had just that one fight and it ruined us, why did it ruin us? I don't even know. I just was so hurt because I was so happy with you and you didn't realize that my everything belonged to you because I loved you so much... and you questioned me... because of some friend of yours. But you didn't trust me or believe me... But I was stupid. I just hope you know that I love you and I always did and I always will. You were always my turtle boy. I think that's all I've got to say for now. Thanks for reading.

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Labyrinth Rose — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 14:02:31 -0600

Dear self, Man up, soldier. This is the real world. Friends and strangers alike do not come with trigger warnings. It's pointless to stop eating; you're only going to end up freezing cold, exhausted, with blue fingernails and your hair falling out and sick [i]all the time[/i] just like you used to be. Eat food, soldier. Deal with it. In this world, you can't break down crying in the middle of class. What did they do, send me a four year old girl? Grow the hell up. I don't care WHAT'S wrong in your head, you're never gonna survive if you don't DEAL WITH IT. And for the love of god, why are you always talking to me? You know what they say, soldier, talking to one's own head is a sign of insanity. Do you really need another? And don't even think about telling someone you're always talking to me. You know that ended you up with two sessions of therapy before your Perfect Parents had you stop going. They want a perfect family. So give it to them for the next three years. Be a man, soldier. - the Commander.

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Bee Vreeland — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 16:34:42 -0600

Dear T, Please turn your phone back on. Unless you're still sleeping... still... I hope you're feeling better. Am I going to see you tomorrow? Love from, Bee Dear A, Are you going to be there tomorrow? I hope not. Wow. I hope not? What? I guess you probably have to be cut off from people anyway. I don't know. It's not that I don't care about you. But it's a lot less complicated for both of us if you just... are away. I still pray for you often. Love from, Bee Dear C! Oh my gosh! Thanks for getting back in touch with me! It was nice to hear from you. Former sisterhood girls. Close enough, anyway. :) Keep on keeping on. You're so fun. :) Love from your eighth grade bestie, Bee

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blank_sheet_of_paper13 — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 20:57:08 -0600

Dear anybody, somebody, I don't want to kill you. Please, please I don't want to kill you. I never have and I never could, not when I'd rather kiss the ground you walk on. Peace, peace, just lend me a second of peace, Somebody, anybody

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Spaghetti7 — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 22:27:02 -0600

Dear Potential Friend, We've got an odd sort of acquaintanceship where sometimes we really get along and other times we look at each other and can't understand why the other person is being such an irritating moron. Regardless of this confusion, I want to thank you for an awesome time last Friday. You made an awkward situation a lot less awkward just by being there as a buffer and you know what? I had an awesome time. I hope we really do follow through on those promises to hang out more often in the future because there aren't too many girls I know well enough to feel comfortable taking paintballing with me on a regular basis. -that kid who always steals your crosswords PS: Thanks for all the crosswords. I've been looking for over a month to find ones as good as those in your newspapers will no success.

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leeleewolf — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 00:06:47 -0600

Dear D- I cannot describe the pride I felt when my mom told me you joined the military, nor can I describe the fear I felt when she added that you would be deployed in two months. Every time you see me, you tell me to take care of myself. Please do me a favor and take care of yourself, too. Be the best you can be, come back safely, and then come see me. I'll be keeping your old teddy bear with me until you return home. I'm so proud of you for doing this, for shaping up and getting back in control of your life and contributing to society in such an honorable way. You've changed so much from the drug addict I first met. I'm glad you're finally showing the world what Mom and I saw from the beginning. Good luck and stay safe. -Your surrogate little sister

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HarpGuy — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:58:04 -0600

Dear female friends, Please, please stop disapproving of my choice of girlfriend. Yes, she's far from perfect, but just stop moaning. You're the ones who don't fit in with my friends, not her. Thanks, HG

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leeleewolf — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 21:53:07 -0600

Dear senpai- You say that my excitement for Christmas will fade when I'm an adult. Honestly, a year after you made this statement, I still cannot even begin to consider believing you. I'm sorry, but I'm way too excited at sixteen to believe that in two years I'll be bah humbugging along with you. Guess I'll always be your little ball of Christmas joy. -Kohai

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Princess Binky Lemontwist — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 14:41:59 -0600

Dear Dad (Harvey), You need to learn how to carry on a coversation. -_- Your daughter, Yeidi M. Gonzalez

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uberskittlez — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 01:16:31 -0600

Dear Self; I know it's hard. I know that you don't want to look in a mirror, and i know that you can't help eating. And then I know that you can't help not eating. It's a big, jumbled up mess. You're going to be okay, I hope. No matter what you tell yourself at night, it will get better. Maybe you don't have a support system; maybe you don't need one. You've always been one to do things yourself. You don't need someone to tell you when enough's enough. You don't need someone there. You can do it yourself. You've gained ten pounds in the last four weeks. Four weeks ago, your dad told you to lose twenty pounds. Here I am now, crossing my fingers and hoping that mom doesn't tell him my weight this week. I know that you're trying. You just have to stay strong; don't let them see you cry, don't let them win. It's what they want. You have to eat; you have to limit your eating. It's a delicate balance here, but I really believe that you can do this, you just have to keep pushing forward, and Kadence, don't look back. -Coffee

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Leilani13 — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 22:58:49 -0600

Dear Daniella, You're my best friend. You always have been! But... it is so hard sometimes, being friends with you! Not because you don't care about me, I know that you do, but because it's so hard to stand in your light and not cringe at my own. Last year.... you completely disregarded me. Pushed me off for a new, popular crowd. I know, your parents divorce screwed you up, but I dont think that you have ever apologized for that year to me. When you got sick of them, because you looked at them and hated the shallowness in yourself, you came back to me. I don't blame you. I am your friend, and I love you. But sometimes it is so hard to listen to your successes and not think of my own failures. Forever friends, Caitlin Dear self, You need to get your act together, missy! I know you feel like a failure, but you're not. It doesn't matter that you can't keep from hurting your friends, you can't seem to make real connections with people, you can't handle being trapped with your family, you hate your miserable life. Just sing. I love you, my little girl. I know sometimes you still feel like that little 9 year old praying that you could die and not go on, but you're a strong young woman, and it's time to grow up. Keep singing, and never blame yourself. Love, soul

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Chestergirl28 — Sun, 01 Jan 2012 16:52:00 -0600

Dear Jesse, My god, I miss you. I miss you so much. And I'm so so so sorry how unhappy you are there. I want you back here. Or... maybe not. Maybe I like this feeling of you being all mine. Back here, I have Leanne and Ellen, and I wonder if I mean anything to you. But with you away, I feel like something is connecting us over all these miles. All seven hundred thirty two miles. The whole 13 hours, 9 minutes (by car). I miss you Jesse. And I'm not sure if you like me now. I like you, but I'm pretty content with you not liking me. XXOO, A

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uberskittlez — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 19:47:35 -0600

Dear Arianna, You have no idea how hard it is for me to write you this letter; we don't like each other. We never have. And no, you won't read this.. like, ever.. but I think it's important for me to say it: I'm sorry. This whole hating each other thing is partially my fault and partially yours, and I just want to say that I'm sorry for my part. We went through a lot; and I kind of want us to be friends. Or, if not friends, then hell, let's not be enemies. Okay? ~Coffee

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Piper the Perfect — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 03:59:44 -0600

Dear dad, I guess you are getting better. It's hard to tell. But, do you have any idea how frustrating it is to a mistake and you get mad at me because you confuse it for rebellion? Just because you were a rebellious teenager, doesn't meanevery movement of mine is the same. . Frustrated

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Lectin Gaezat — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 19:44:40 -0600

Dear G, Though your reply broke my heart, and it's only confirmed what I've been expecting for three years now, thank you for being honest. Thank you for not telling me anything but the truth. I appreciate that, because now I can finally cut all that hope in my heart out with a gigantic knife and throw it somewhere where the sun doesn't shine. Thank you, because at the very least, I can begin healing and finally moving on. Thank you, because by telling me the truth you remind me that you are still the person that I have loved for three years. Thank you for your unconditional honesty. Thank you so much for that. I need that kind of honesty, and even though we will never be more than friends, thank you for it anyway. I hope we can stay friends. With bittersweet regards, Lec

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Hunger Ludinivalis — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 21:51:49 -0600

Dear H, Well, that went well. But seriously, I'm sorry. I took things the wrong way. I don't suppose I have a chance with you now, huh? Well, it's my own fault. You don't even deserve a guy like me. I'm sorry if I've hurt or offended you in any way. Apologetically, Hunger Dear Self, Well, you royally [bleep]ed up this time, didn't you? Why did you assume that she was using her friend to attack you? She's not like that! You should have known better! So don't you dare go and fall into depression again. You don't have any right. Sick of you, Yourself.

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Silvia Grace — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 22:55:43 -0600

Dear Self, Please, be careful. I know how exhilarating it is, watching the weight fall off. I know how happy it makes you that you've had to almost get a whole new wardrobe. I know how wonderful it feels to look down at the scale and see that you've lost even more in the past week than you thought. But I also know that they way you're doing this isn't safe. Your friends (the ones who actually know a little about it, that is) are worried. You're lucky that E. doesn't live in the same state as you anymore, or she'd be forcing you to actually eat. Then again, maybe it would better if she were here. I understand how looking in the mirror is still awful most of the time. I realize that you see nothing but problems and things that need to be fixed. Maybe, just maybe, others don't see that. Have you thought of that possibility? ...Yeah, I don't believe it either. But it still needed to be said, and you have no one to say it to you because you won't tell anyone. Yes, I know you very well. Crap, you're being all depressing and angsty and stuff. We both hate doing that. Just don't kill yourself doing this, okay? I know how you are, and you'll keep on far past the point where you should stop. According to what we've read, you're about 6 pounds away from where you should stop. But I know you won't listen, so why am I bothering? Ah, well. At least you can't say you weren't warned. This is your warning from yourself, who gets really worried about you sometimes. It'd be nice if you would listen, but we both know you won't. I'm not that convincing, am I? Because we both know that secretly I agree with you. I have to look in the mirror too, you know. Still fighting, Silvia

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Sarcastic_R_Us — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 23:32:54 -0600

Dear M, I didn't mean to hurt you. Honestly. I just felt attacked and hurt. My first reaction is to rage and yell and that's not good. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. Socially Awkward As Ever, Cassie

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Quill-Of-Thoughts — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 00:32:28 -0600

Dear S, Yeah...well, here goes... You're the only reason why I'm still around. Why I haven't left. Why I haven't started doing something horrible. Why I haven't given up on life and love. Yet...you mentioned a girlfriend, and I'm going farther south than you next year... I really want to get closer to you, considering you're the only person who really knows me. I really hope I'm not falling in love with you, considering I'm not sure I want this tie to the town. I really want it though... I really do like you alot... And your corsets are hot. Quill. P.S. Your aura's hot too...

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Lectin Gaezat — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 10:18:16 -0600

Dear Self, Be the change. Your new group of mates in church are homophobic. But that doesn't mean that you should curl up and go away, it doesn't mean that you should start entertaining ideas of losing your religion once more. It doesn't entitle you (or maybe just a little bit) to harming yourself like you used to. Start the change. Put your trust in others. These people are people who care, people who are open, people who think. Please don't give up on them, help them change for the better. You're taking steps already on Facebook to become a better person, a positive influence really. Keep at that, keep your head high. Keep going. Stay strong. With much love, Lec

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audiii — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 21:19:19 -0600

Dear Self, Stop cutting yourself. Someone's gonna notice, and you know it won't go over easy. Hugs and Kniv- I mean Kisses, Audiii

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1018mockingjay — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 00:50:40 -0600

Dear me, 1. Finish writing on Immortality Doesn't Exist 2. Stop procrastinating 3. Proofread/edite IDE 4. Stop procrastinating 5. Get the cover and all that to get the createspace copies 6. Stop procrastinating Sincerely, Me.

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Drohd-b — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 13:48:38 -0600

man, i wish i'd known about this thread this past summer when i wanted to vent to someone and i picked the wrong person! btw, mockingjay, i love your avatar!

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qwertz — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 14:09:04 -0600

Dear NaNoers who saw my first letter on here, I thank you for replying. I have not looked at this thread in months, but now I saw what you say and I am so encouraged. I am getting on better overall, though I'm scared I'll cut again. I've been free of that since New Year's Eve, thankfully. I have found people who I am certain will always care for me and love me, and hey, I won NaNoWriMo – how many of the people who I compare myself to at school could do that? Happy and smiling, Qwertz.

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goblingirl — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 12:15:25 -0600

Dear X, Look, just because I don't answer you the minute you ask a question doesn't mean I'm on my period. Furthermore, it is none of your fragging business whether I am on my period or not. What goes on in between my legs is my business and my business only unless I choose to share. Which I don't. So shut up. No love, A Very Annoyed Katie

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uberskittlez — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 21:06:05 -0600

Dear Self; Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop with all of the teen angst stuff. You're not a chick from a so-bad-its-good '80s movie. You can't do that. You have to stop taking things so seriously, too. But there's a thin line there; J and A already think they can say the things that they say and that it's okay that they do, because you just laugh it off. You're going to have to learn how to stop laughing it off; sometimes, people need to be told. Because even though you put on that brave little face of yours, it hurts. But if you want to stop being called a slut, stop acting like one. ~Fee

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Labyrinth Rose — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 21:35:54 -0600

Dear Friends~ Save it, okay? I don't mind spending lunch alone. Really, I don't. Just don't say things like 'you were sitting alone?! I'm so sorry!' because you don't mean it. We were divided between the two tables and I left for two minutes to go to my locker, and you had all gone to fill up one. Shut up, no I wouldn't have sat on your lap, I'm too fat for that. I ate lunch alone most of the year, anyway. I'm fine with it. Just don't say things you don't mean. I know when I'm not wanted. - The Labyrinth Dear N~ Way to ruin everything. I know you think of me as just one of your guy friends, but I am a girl. 'Fat legs'? Seriously? That was a necessary comment? You act like I don't already know it. You should never call a girl fat, because you have no idea how far she'll go to prove you wrong. - The Labyrinth Dear J~ I need you more than anything right now. Please. - x

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MouseShadow — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 16:54:48 -0600

Oh thank goodness. I really needed a place to vent my frustration and annoyance. Dear A I only halfway regret saying to "yes" to writing a book with you. There are a lot of things you don't seem to understand about writing and you seem to have trouble understanding them. It's hard to me to write a character based off of you. It's even harder to write a character based off of your friend who I don't know. Not everything you want to happen in our book is going to happen. Yourself as a character is not going to beat up Ratri Legion. One he has a sword. Two he has a lot of training with fighting. Three, he is considerably stronger than you are. Ratri happens to be the main character also. You as a character and me as a character are the 2nd two main characters. Then comes Kiki and your friend who I've never even met before. I also would rather not purposely put myself as a character into the book. I did that accidently last time, and I did not plan on doing it again. Your description of yourself as a character...you say your hair is black, soft, smooth, silky, and shiny in ponytail? Mine's brown and short. Ratri's is black and in a long waist length braid. Which sounds Mary Sueish to you? Okay and you also want to have romance with one of the characters. That's fine. You could have romance. But that certain character is your dream guy. He's too perfect. Nobody is that perfect. A sentence in your description of him: "He is good at everything he tries." If nothing else (like his appearance; two famous guys you think are hot) says "Gary Stue" that sentence screams it loud and clear. (-.-) And you want it so both of you like each other? Wonderful. My favorite kind of romance to write about. (Sarcasm by the way) The outline...will not happen exactly the way I typed it. I already know some parts are definitely going to be in the book. I also know some parts that won't. That's why I said we should stop outlining ahead of time. Even though you dislike Ratri, I know he'll be able to easily move the story along and it would be better to let him do it instead of us wasting time outlining when it probably won't even happen that way. I'm letting Ratri do whatever the heck he wants to do in the story. I have zero control over him so there's no way you can decide anything that Ratri will do. Please stop saying that both of us are writing the book. You aren't doing any of the writing and you know that. There's no fudging way that I'll let you do any writing in it anyways. And even if I was stupid enough to let you, it's in first person alternating chapters with Ratri and Marrow. Marrow is me as a character. You don't know how I think. It would impossible for you to write my thoughts. And Ratri...no. Just...no. I don't even need to explain why you can't tell the story as Ratri and besides you'd completely screw up his personality. *cringe* So don't even ask to co-write. You're also hoping we'll get published? Yeah that would be pretty cool, but that's not why I'll be writing this story. And even if we do get published which the chance of that happening would be 1 in a million, what would you expect the cover to be like? A picture of you and your love interest to be on the cover...and the authors would be A_____ and Mallory_______? If a character's going to be on the cover it'll be Ratri and I hope you aren't expecting your name to be on the cover either. First name in the acknowledgments, yep. But not on the cover. No way. And if we get money from the book, I guess you'll be wanting 50% of it? 50% just for some ideas and characters? *sighz* I don't expect to get published anyway. From the excerpts I read on NaNoWriMo, there's a lot of people who can write a lot better and deserve to get published. ^.^ For reference pictures for the characters, I use anime/cartoon pictures and that's just for hairstyles actually. Not real people. Especially not shirtless guys looking like they're posing for a calendar or something...erm else. >.> And I wouldn't base the whole character off of one picture unless of course I that picture looked exactly like one of the my characters. Do you know how embarrassing that is to ask someone to draw your characters? Especially one of the kids at school who's a really good drawer...I just hope he doesn't think that I made your three and that you asked him a good tactful way. And to add on to embarrassing, S who said he'd draw our characters was reading over the descriptions in math class. Another person, J took the paper from S and looked at the character descriptions, and asked what that was for. S answered, "I told you, Mallory just asked me to draw her characters." I wanted to melt in a puddle of shame right there because I knew what your characters' reference pictures are and I'm sure that J saw them. I wasn't near J and S when that happened though. I'm just um...really good at listening to people who aren't talking to me and then overhear a lot of things like that. Sincerely Mallory <:3~~ P.S I don't want to take chance of running into copy write issues. The school uniforms Marrow and Aurora will have(although that only matters if someone is drawing them) should be made up. I specifically told you why. It's more creative to make up your own and there's copy write issues. So I found a school uniform maker on the internet and spent time making 6 uniforms for you to choose from and what do you do? Completely ignore what I said and the pictures I sent you, instead say you want the characters to wear some overly detailed uniform from a TV show you like. Did. You. Not. Read. What. I. Said? Plus, it's better to have simpler uniforms so in case we can ask people to draw our characters. And I think a uniform with a tie looks kind of cute which is what I hoped for our characters to have. P.P.S When I told you that the main antagonist would be named Cherry, I didn't expect you to want all of the antagonists to be named after fruit. I chose Cherry because that seems like an unlikely name for an antagonist. But all of the antagonists' names being names of fruit? *sighz* No one's going to take them seriously. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors although I don't know why I'm saying that since I highly doubt anyone would read something this long. XD 9 paragraphs and I'm sure I missed a lot of things I wanted to say. But.../submits

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Chestergirl28 — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 14:25:13 -0600

Dear Me, Don't let it scare you. Stop letting it scare you. You are better than that. You know you are. You can do this and you will. Yes, you WILL. I insist. I know that you can do your project on that and that you can. I want you to stand up in front of the rest of the class and give a presentation that says "Sit down, shut up, stop putting on your stupid makeup and listen because one day you'll be hearing me say this to the world and you'll regret not listening to me when I said it exactly the same as a 13-year-old." Got it? You are going to do your 8th grade project and do it amazingly. So amazingly that H----- will come over to you and say "I never thought of it that way. I never did." And L----- will look at you and say "Whoa- that was deep." And so will A----- and so will S---- and M-- can glare at you all she wants because she knows you are calling her out on bringing everyone down and being a bully, and you will smile and be able to say that you told the truth. You actually made them listen. You will. Lovelovelove Yours truly

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 23:02:39 -0600

Dear S, Can you believe it’s been 8 months since we “met”?! I certainly can’t. Of course I also can’t believe that it took us 5 of those months to make the friendship tangible. I never thought I would become such good friends with a guy who I met through a friend and only really conversed with online. I’m glad I can be honest with you and you’re not creeped out or offended. I was surprised when you asked to be in my movie, but I said yes not because I wanted your acting prowess. I like you, immensely. I can’t get you out of my head; believe me, I’ve tried. You’re the perfect guy for me and my parents adore you. They both said they wished you would ask me out within 48 hours of each other! Coincidence? I think not. Everyone who sees us together thinks we’d be perfect except for one, and she’ll get over it eventually. I’m dreading going to college next year because I know it’ll mean being far away from you. 3 All of my love and kisses ~You belong with me Dear Best friend, I know you're not a fan of me and S because you like him too. But you had your chance with him and blew it by going out with another guy. Let me have him, please! ~Doesn't want to lose her other half

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gavrielle — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 00:59:28 -0600

Dear stupid girls – Remember when you freaked out about semi-formal and were so confused when I didn't? Then you said some stuff about how of course my group of friends and I wouldn't have dates? Well, yesterday was semi. You dressed like sluts, danced like strippers, and the guys didn't notice. I looked classy, swing-danced 1920s style with my best guy friend I never get to see, and had the funnest night I've had in a while. 1-0, Gabbi. – Gabbi Dear schoolmates – Just because i go to an all-girls school doesn't mean I don't have male friends. Therefore, I can have a close male friend who I am not together with. Try to wrap your heads around that. I'm not dating my best friend, and it made him slightly uncomfortable when everybody talked about us as if we were together. It made me uncomfortable too... – Gabbi Dear awkward guys who hit on me at that restaurant tonight – Just because you're famous or whatever doesn't mean you can hit on me. I don't care that you are on reality TV or in tabloids or whatever. You are 30. I am 16. That makes it wrong for you to hit on me. I am out celebrating a friend's birthday. That's why I look nice, not to attract you. Also, listening into conversations to find out the name of a 16-year old, then repeating it as she walks past until she turns and acknowledges you? Creepy. Continuing to hit on her after she gives you a WTF look? More creepy. We know from your family's TV show that none of you have class, but couldn't you at least pretend? –Gabbi

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1018mockingjay — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 02:08:27 -0600

Dear me, Why did I even bother? Love, me.

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Bee Vreeland — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 16:47:06 -0600

I have things to say to several boys. Such is life as a high school senior, I guess. Dear Rob (AKA T), What is going on? You know I'm nosy. And you know I care. Will you just call me already? And why did you ask for my email and then... not email? Is this getting old? Remember, I said I just want to stay open. You're supposed to tell me if this isn't working. So I don't have to wonder. Also... uh... I need to talk to you about something. I know you're uncomfortable with Petey. I think you are so sweet to say all that nice stuff about him. But I know you, and I know you look uncomfortable when Petey and I hug or he puts his hand on my leg. And the truth is, I haven't told you everything about Petey. There's nothing between us, but he is the best friend of that other guy I told you about. The one in the letter I actually sent you, the one before we got together. Petey is the best friend of the boy who's becoming a priest. Paul. And Petey called me last week and pretty much got me to admit I still have feelings for Paul. But here's the thing. Paul is gone. And when Paul was here, all I did was cry. With you, I feel happy. I want to be with you. You know, if you call me back. And if you think this is over, I don't know what's going on. I would hate to lose you, but I think we could go back to friends at this point. I'm mostly freaked out because if it ended now, it would seem like a sign. Something to do with that weird call from Petey. And I do not want to go back to thinking of Paul like that. Or start thinking of Petey. What is with you blond Catholic boys? I'm not as grumpy as I sound. But I do miss you. And I have some funny stories and some serious things to tell you. Love, Melany -- Dear Petey, I know you're touchy feely, and I like that about you. You always know when I'm upset and need a hug. And I know you were away for like... four months... so maybe I'm just imagining that you're more touchy feely now. But um... AM I imagining it? Because you know, hugging me repeatedly and like, longer than average, at our friend E's memorial... that made some kind of sense. We were both upset. And putting your hand on my leg those couple of times when we were sharing memories about her and I teared up. Well, that was passable. We were all stressed out. But I mean, it kinda freaked Rob out. Y'know? And then that phone call was kinda surprising. Rob speaks very highly of you, but you sounded pretty lukewarm about him. I was... surprised. You're so enthusiastic about most everything. If anyone but you were acting like this, I would be like... "Is this jealousy?" But I know you better than that, Petey. Don't I? You're so godly, so positive, and you're looking out for me as a friend. Right? Either that, or you're 'jealous' on Paul's behalf. Although that would be tantamount to you hoping he'll change his mind about the priesthood. And you don't want that...you just want God's will. Which is for Paul to join. I thought. And I thought you thought so too. Paul certainly does. And we both want the best for Paul, even if it means he's away from us. And what about at the funeral? Was this more... you know, stress? We were both upset. We both loved E. We didn't want to lose her. But like, I was a definitely surprised to feel you rubbing my back a little during a prayer. Shouldn't your hands have been folded? And I would think your eyes would have been closed... you couldn't have thought I was crying... But here's the worst part. When you do these things, I really don't mind at all. I like having you near me. I'm the one who grabbed your hand at the end of the songs. I meant it in friendship, which is why I grabbed my brother's hand too. Linking us together. But for some reason, once I did it, I felt like I only grabbed my brother's hand as a... cover. As I said to Rob... what is it with you blond Catholic boys!? Plus, Petey, you are really cute. Like, really cute. It's hard not to notice. And you have a nice voice and it's hard not to love you as a person. Also, you're a lot like Paul. You are two entirely different people to me, but you both have that same basic sweetness to you that you don't see in many people. And you, Petey, have that crazy strong faith despite what you've been through. Maybe because of it. Also, you are probably becoming a priest. I am changing the saying about all the good ones are taken. All the good ones are too good for this society. All the good ones become priests. I'm really glad you took the time to talk to me for so long last week, but you have given me a lot to think about. Already a week and a half has passed, and I'm not all prayed out. You know what, I'm not even sure I want to know what's with all the touching. But I don't want you to stop. Except I don't want Rob to take it the wrong way. Now I just feel guilty. Do I have feelings for you? Not yet. But I'm going to have to make a conscious effort to not develop them. Love, Melany - Hey Seamus, Thank you for being uncomplicated. You are awesome, my Irish Pirate friend! Rock on! Melany - Hey AJ, Thank you for being… well, you are not uncomplicated yourself, but the way I feel about you is. It’s nice to just know that I am tempted to flirt with you. But without like… strings. No what is this madness/how does he feel/how do I feel. You’re weird and funny and New Year’s at your house was weird and funny too. We should totally hang out more. As long as we keep it light. You know. Melany - Dear Adam, Your mom says you’re doing okay, and I’m glad to hear it. But I hope you’ll be doing better than okay soon. I wish I could talk to you, but I think being grounded will be good for you too. I hope we’ll see each other sometime after you’re all… better. You are wonderful and special and I hope you never forget it. You’ve seen too much for a 15 year old. What you did by telling your dad what you’d been doing was… brave. I know it took guts, and I wish I could physically be there to hug you and tell you I am SO proud of you. But I bet your parents will be doing that enough. Keep on keeping on, kid. You will be so great if you just move along and make this change. And keep drawing, too. I love you and pray for you often. Love, Melany (Thanks for giving me that name, by the way.) - Dear Paul, You’re the reason why I’m here. Why I decided to do NaNo this year. Yours comes last because you are part of all the rest of these notes no one will read. You are the reason I am afraid I will hurt Rob. You are the wonderful, loving, future priest I met at a park in June. You are the person who put all the other people I ever liked in a different category. Love at first sight is real. I still don’t know if love at first sight ever lasts. You are the reason I cried for six months. You are the reason I met Petey. You are the reason I’m sure Petey is being a brother to me, although my instincts are saying differently. I wish I knew you for more than two weeks. I mean, I still kind of know you. I write to you sometimes. But I am still trying to sort all these feelings out. I’m sorry I didn’t pray fully for a few months. But Petey’s right. I still have some praying to do about you. Not just for you. About you. Just know this: I will be happy if you become a priest. Because I know that you will only do what you believe God is telling you to do. And I can’t think of anything better future than that for someone I love. I’ll be praying a lot tonight. Love, Melany

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TreefrogWarrior — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 17:39:47 -0600

Dear Senni, I hope you realize that spilling to a counselor about katie cutting means that I no longer trust you. If I have problems, I can't come to you anymore. If you break a promise on something that major, how can you expect to talk to you? -Abby

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uberskittlez — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 21:09:59 -0600

Dear Nick, Somethings we might never get right. But I want to try this. Mark's leaving soon, and I want to focus on you. You're a great guy, and I hope that you'll be my great guy, at least for a while. If not, I think that being friends is good enough. I think I just have to try. Problem is, I'm scared. I'm really scared. Coffee.

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goblingirl — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 11:07:01 -0600

Dear A Whole Boatload of X's, You little pieces of sh**. You don't deserve the powers you have, the privileges you have, not if this is how you're going to use them. B**ching about regular members is not what the hidden forum is for. (And you, certain X, I am surprised at you, because you had this same problem a while back! You just do not learn, do you?) Don't ever talk to me again. Don't ever talk to her again. Just stay away, you lying spawn of a syphilis-ridden monkey. No love, Me

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Cherri — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 16:18:52 -0600

Dear Self, Yes, the exams were awful. Yes, you didn't do as well as you wanted to on your first Language essay, but give yourself a break. You wrote that essay on a difficult weekend, next time you won't be dealing with the same emotional baggage. You can do University, you're more than capeable of getting a 2:1 or a first, just relax. You've only just finished your first term. Love, cuddles, tea and biscuits, Me x ***** Dear John, I'll be meeting you in real life for the first time in about three weeks. I've seen you live a couple of times, but this time I'll get to talk to you. I won't be brave enough to tell you how much of an inspiration you've been to me, or to tell you how I love you more than a lot of people I actually know, or to tell you that you might just be the most amazing person in my world. In fact, I'll probably be too nervous to say more than 'Hi'. Just, please be as wonderful as I want you to be. As I need you to be right now. Your example is the one that gives me the strength to be myself, and will eventually be the one which gives me the strength to share that self with my family and the people I love. So much love and an adoring look, Me x ***** Dear Peter, I don't think I hate you anymore, I don't have the energy for it. I did for a little while, but that's mostly because I was so angry. Angry that you decided to take the rest of you away from us. Anger and hate are so much easier to compartmentalise and get out through writing than sadness is. We all loved you, more than you could possibly have known. I'm still missing the time we should have had together, but I'm moving on. You never finished your novel, and we never had a chance to really build a friendship. I still have that comic you gave me, and I hope one day I'll be able to look at it and smile instead of cry. I hope you found the peace you were looking for, and I hope you can see the letters I've been writing to you, where ever you ended up. We never did manage that coffee and shopping trip together, or that movie, I guess you forgot that we'd made plans. Still mad, but getting there, Me x ***** Dear Warren, Here's the deal. I write this piece for you, then you and Feuer leave me alone. This will never be a novel that I look to polish up and publish, and I need you guys to let me get on with other writing. It's been five years, and much as I still adore you I need to move on. I love the lands, and I do plan to use them for later novels, but you and Feuer will be side characters rather than main ones in anything that I write set in Imagi. Heck, you've seen my world building for Imagi, there's no way I'm not going to make use of it. Think you yourselves as really indepth backstory. Much love, [no really, I love you dearly] Me x

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Lectin Gaezat — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 08:53:43 -0600

Dear loves, I love you all. There is a reason why I trust you guys, and I hope that trust is not misplaced. -hugs- Sentimental Sick Kid, Lec

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Nightingaleprincess1 — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 23:04:01 -0600

Dear kids at youth group, Youth retreats are great, but you'll be off the emotional high in a couple of days...trust me. Secondly, why are you so afraid to be open and honest with each other. I try to be honest with ya'll and you shy away like I'm some sort of leper. Granted my problems were partially caused by a mixture of ya'll and the drugs the doctors had me on for migraines....but still, I'm past it and you seriously need to lighten up, relax and open up. ~Healed and ready to open up Dear S, I have resolved myself to stop liking you to save my friendship with SK. Until she's cool with it there will be nothing going on. I'm sorry, I really don't want to do this but I can't lose her over a guy. 3 " ~Doesn't want to let go but has to.

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WhiteRaven93 — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 01:15:10 -0600

Dear whoever you are that wrote me an anonymous note and stuck it in my envelope on the billboard in the hallway we both live in, What are you trying to tell me? Also, who are you? Sincerely, Raven Dear guy I met on Tumblr, I'm very sorry my replies are always so late in coming. I'll try to get to your email in the next couple of days, but I've got homework swamping me. I hope you understand, and I think you do, but I really feel bad that you answer so promptly and then have to wait forever for me to reply. That was a lot of ands and buts. Sincerely, Raven

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TreefrogWarrior — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:55:57 -0600

Dear My House, Where is that *censored* box of leaves? Thanks, Abby

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uberskittlez — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 23:41:38 -0600

Marizel, Let me just start of by saying that you are one of the most beautiful, accepting, kindest souls I've yet to have the pleasure of meeting. I enjoy the amount of time that we spend together, and sometimes I feel more welcome in your nearly-empty house than I do in my own. I like knowing what's going on in your life and your relationship with Owen, and I like to think that you enjoy hearing about the many complicated trials and tribulations of my life. You always seem to, anyway. You know how I feel about Brandon (which, admittedly, isn't much), and you know how I feel about Nick (which would be a lot). And I love that you think of Nick as a good friend and all, but please, Marizel. With all that beauty and hilariousness and fun-loving spirit of yours, you have to realize that you're contagious. People love you. Most people love you. And if you keep leading him on, my Nick will fall in love with you. And I really don't want to compete with you, because, as I've seen before, time and time again, I will lose. You're amazing, Marizel, but I don't text your boyfriend. I don't Skype with him. I don't spend more time with him than I do with my own. I just want you to extend me the same courtesy, even if you know that we're not dating. Just let me have my chance before you take the perfect guy away from me. Please. Coffee.

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-FantasyWriter- — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 18:08:52 -0600

Dear Guy-in-almost-all-my-classes, Words cannot describe how awesome you are. You're smart and hilarious and one of the few people in our classes that I can actually stand. It's not that I like you, because for one thing I have a boyfriend and for another you definitely belong with Em, but you're one of the coolest, most epic guy friends I have. Also, the effects you can do with the lights in the auditorium are amazing. I sincerely hope we're dance partners for show choir next year. -Me

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Lectin Gaezat — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 06:20:18 -0600

Dear Self, You need sleep for the dances tomorrow. You have 2 hours of prac and then a massive war games. You need to get your shit together to also finish the class banner and coordinate the drama that your class is putting on. Get your shit together. Just. Do. It. Love, Lec

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Lectin Gaezat — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 08:42:57 -0600

Dear Sister, Okay, let's get this straight here. First off, f*** you. I don't like you, I don't think I ever will. You refuse to back down from an illogical standpoint and live with it. You know, you have a perfectly new macbook that we got you just two months ago. And because you can't download Skype, doesn't actually mean that you can pretend that you don't want to. Giving me the excuse that you don't want to download it because it will slow down your computer is absolute bulls***. Giving me the excuse that 'someone told you so' is, also, absolute bulls***. Darling, I suggest that next time when you want to make a new account for Apple to purchase your own apps, I will humbly refer you to what I will call the 'Skype Incident' and refuse. Because you are not worth the effort in teaching how to use your computer properly. I weep for your computer, but I will not weep for your pig-headedness. You and your hissy temper can go and be shoved into Neptune so you can freeze in zero-atmosphere. Have fun and tell me how it is when you're in hell. Lectin

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Labyrinth Rose — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 17:59:46 -0600

Dear 'best friend,' Guess what? I hate you too. I'm just still nice to you because I'm not a mean person. Sincerely, Broken hearted and betrayed.

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HarpGuy — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 15:23:27 -0600

Dear females, It would be nice if I understood you a bit better. Hey, it would be even nicer if either of the two of you would send me some non-mixed signals for once. Thanks, HG Dear family, Just because I'm related to you doesn't mean I like you, Grr, HG

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Bee Vreeland — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 10:57:56 -0600

Dearest AJ, Did I say my feelings for you were uncomplicated? I lied! Well, never mind, they're still not complicated. But they complicated other things. Yet for some reason, I am very happy. Very happy. This is what we call the honeymoon period, though, AJ, and I already dread the end of it. You said you're 'crazy about me' and I am crazy about you too. But you know that's not sustainable. But anyway. Right now, I am crazy about you. I think it's adorable and admirable that you take the time to call me every night for at least an hour, and I think it's very funny how you claim that your heart is breaking if we miss a night of talking. I think you almost made me enjoy Valentine's Day (I still think it's cheesy though!), which is saying something. I'm glad we tried this. We had to try it. But it's going to hurt when it's over. And with how fast everything's going, I have a feeling that'll be soon. But I want to see you today. I want to make the most of it. Here I go again, fulfilling my namesake. Throwing myself in and living without letting myself stop to worry. Oh yeah, Bee. Bee Vreeland. I just hope I don't screw up as bad as she did in the first book. I won't let myself. But anyway, it's been an exciting few weeks. Love (or something else?), Bee

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goblingirl — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 11:02:07 -0600

Dear X, You are acting like a child. Suck it up, grow a pair of ovaries, and talk out your problems like the mature human being I would prefer to believe you are. Sincerely, That Girl You Used To Know Dear Other X, Look, it's not your fault. You know tact. I know you know tact. Seriously. Not your fault. And I am here if you need me, just not on instant messaging. I'm always here if you need me. Love, Katie

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LilyLariaLaton — Thu, 16 Feb 2012 11:00:48 -0600

Dear Everyone who has ever shunned me, Maybe if you wanted to know me, you would. Maybe if you would talk to me, you'd know me. And maybe if you knew me, you would shun me. Maybe, you'll only know if you give it a chance. Maybe you will. The real me you don't see.

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Bee Vreeland — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 09:03:27 -0600

Dear Rob, I'm sorry. I know I hurt you. I'm sorry I did it on the phone. But I'm also sorry you didn't show up when we could have talked about it in person. I'm sorry you cried and I'm sorry you were defensive and said things that you didn't mean. But honestly I didn't know if you would be upset when I told you. You didn't call me very much. You didn't seem that excited that we were going out. That's no excuse for me to do what I did. I take full responsibility for this break up. I freaking cheated on you! I'm the loser here, not you... but... did you even want to fight for me? I really... I just think the whole easygoing-free-spirit thing isn't the person I can be involved with. Because nothing bothers you enough to make you really try hard. To work for something. And I hope someday we can be friends again. But I just don't think the relationship was working too well. But no, I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have cheated. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. All apologies, Melany -- Dear AJ, "I'm all strung out, my heart is fried, I just can't get you off my mind..." Good thing I'm seeing you tomorrow! Hope we don't get rained out. That'd suck. I don't have lots to say to you because it's easy to communicate with you. You are really open with your feelings. I like that. I like you. Yours, ALASKA --- Hey Flynn, Please don't ignore me. You're the one being awkward here. We're friends. Big brother/little sister kind of thing? You're the one acting like you have some kind of secret attraction to me. It's okay. I'm not trying to make a move on you. Plus, you've observed me with AJ. How could you think I'm after you? I just think you're fun. With brotherly love, Melany --- Dear Petey, I MISS YOU!! Synergy is incomplete. You're awesome!! You really do inspire us to be better people. I'm glad to know ya. And thanks for the advice you gave me. Wish I had been able to follow it. But really... heart to hearts with you are the best. *hugs* Love, MELANY

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wakaAkamu — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 04:59:26 -0600

Dear stomach, Please let me eat, or at least have an appetite. I'm supposed to grow. Love, Me Dear Seth, Stop trying to get me to live in reality because I don't really like it there. Please don't take away that imaginary feeling I created of security and say that you'll be around, because I know that you can't always be there. Can't you tell that I'm scared if I'm alone? Can you keep the promises you made...or at least remember them? I'm sorry I'm always such a pain to you. I almost wanted to shout at you but I didn't. I'm not really angry with you. I just wish that you would talk to me more or something so at least I won't feel lonely. Love, your sister

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Evangaline656 — Tue, 28 Feb 2012 22:50:53 -0600

You pathetic little traitor- Hey, it's me. The girl who used to be your best friend. I didn't do anything. I was being myself for the whole fourteen years that I knew you. I thought you loved me, that you actually cared about what I had to say. I have never been more wrong my life. You say that you're too good for me. It ruins your precious reputation to be around me. I wish I had never met you. I wish that I could just go hide under a rock and let you hurt other people. That seems to be your specialty, doesn't it? You just love hurting people. The truth is, you get bored of them. Even though you try to play nice girl, I'm not falling for it anymore. Everyone loves you. It's funny how they love you so much and completely ignore me, isn't it? I'm the best friend you've ever had. We've been through everything together, and this is how you repay me. You steal all of my old friends, bringing them over to your side. Turn them against me. Treat me like I'm nothing more than dirt. And you know what? Go ahead. I'm glad to be rid of you. Them going over to your side only means that they are as shallow and blind as you are. Two can play at your game of life ruining, but I'm not going to join. I'm not going to fight. That hurts the most, doesn't it? That I won't fight back? I'm not going to, so don't get your hopes up. I know that you just want to fight, because you want to win and prove you are better than everyone else. I hate to break it to you,--actually, scratch that. I love to break it to you-- that's all false. You are just as good as the mud I stepped in this morning. So if you think you're worth my time, you're wrong again. I'm not going to play in your stupid game. So you can stop pretending. You can stop playing. I give up. Sure, you win. Let yourself think that. You drove me into the ground. Give yourself a pat on the back. -Emma

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JesusLover — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 08:43:44 -0600

Dear Anyone Who Posts On This Thread, You're all amazing people, no matter what anyone says. Sometimes people might try to make you feel less than what you are, or inferior them. They might even make you feel unimportant, like you don't matter. But you do. Everyone matters. Even when you feel like you don't have a friend, you have one. You just haven't met him or her yet. That's okay, though. You'll meet them soon enough. Just don't give up hope. Maybe it's yourself who's hurting your own feelings. Maybe you feel a bunch of doubt and anger at yourself. Whatever the reason, or whatever the cause, you should forgive yourself. Everyone has those moments where they mess up and do something supposedly stupid or something wrong. That's okay. If everyone does stuff like that, and you forgive them, why won't you forgive yourself? Sometimes the last person for us to ever give a second chance is ourselves. But getting your mind stuck on one mistake, on "problem", isn't going to help you or change anything. Don't focus on your mistakes, focus on what you're going to do to make a change. Make a change in yourself, in your life, in your family and friends - even in the world. You can do it. I know you can. All that stuff that's been holding you down, holding you back, stuff like pain, fear, sorrow, anger. Just let it go. It's weighing you down. Once you let it go, you'll be free. I once heard someone (a few people, actually) say that forgiveness isn't for the other person, it's for you. That person can make you angry, hurt you, do whatever and then go on with their lives just the way it was before. They won't even care how you feel. They might even feel better. But you're the one who still carries that burden. That built up anger and sadness you feel because of what someone else did. So, while they're out there having the time of their lives, you're at home by yourself, stuck on the thought of all the bad things they did. Forgiving them, may not be easy, but it'll set you free. Then you can go out and enjoy life without having to worry about what they said or did. Oh. And another thing: Fear Is Just A Lie. Think about that one for a while. Trace your fear back. It's a lie. That sentence is pretty self explanatory. The main point of this whole letter is to let you know that you are a wonderful person. No matter where you come from, no matter what your beliefs are, no matter if you love or dislike this letter. You're awesome, fellows and fellowettes. ;) So, keep your head up and never give up, because you have so much more going for you then what other people say. You have so much more inside of you to share with the world. Don't let other people bring you down. Keep shining. And keep hope. You can do this, I know you can. With Love, Jill <3

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mycatduncan — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 09:01:13 -0600

Dear Self, You need food. Go eat now. We have a pantry - go investigate it. -Vanessa Postscript - Also, you babysit in like an hour. Don't you think you ought to pack a bag to bring with you? Dear best friend, I miss you. T_T But you seem like a different person now…I thought for sure we'd keep in touch better than a Facebook message here and there. We were such good friends, doesn't it seem a waste just to let all of it go down the drain because one of us moved? We confided in each other and everything, and knew each other so well. What's the point of any of that if we barely talk anymore? Again, miss you! -Vanessa <3 And on a side note: Dear NCIS: LA, Awesome job on that two-part episode. n_n Nice ending! -Vanessa

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Quill-Of-Thoughts — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 15:21:06 -0600

K. Sorry...I know I basically promised to not touch dark magick when I promised not to touch wicca, yet, well...I feel like I failed you as I try to start dating her. Maybe...maybe you'll forgive me at some point? Me...

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Elle Mae — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 19:45:01 -0600

Dear Ren, #$%^ you too. Go crawl in a hole. With love, The best thing you'll ever have

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Evangaline656 — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:27:16 -0600

Dear my dearest Jillzy/Jaylo- You're freaking amazing. One of your bestest friends, Emma

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JesusLover — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 06:43:55 -0600

Lorenzo, I told you not to hurt Elle. You did, though. She's an amazing person. So, to be honest, I think you just cost yourself what could have been a great relationship. Your loss. She'll find a guy who loves her for her. Sincerely, Jill. Dear my amazing Elle, PM me if you want. Don't let the whole thing bother you. You're better off, anyway. All right? You're still an awesome person no matter what any boy, or anyone else, says. Okay? So, keep your head up, 'cause you're still amazing. :) Love ya, Jill <3 Dear my amazingly awesome Eva, I appreciate that. Let's be real, though, so are you. ^___^ One of your bestest friends, Jaylo. <3

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uberskittlez — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 10:33:11 -0600

They tag-teamed Lorenzo. He sounds like a jerk, anyway. I will direct my letter to him instead of dealing with my own anger. And so; Dear Lorenzo, I don't know you, but you suck. Like, a lot. Relationships are hard and it looks like you just lost out on someone who is pretty terrific (and has two pretty terrific friends) and you know what? That's your loss. You screwed up, buddy. Big time. Okay, you suck, and that's about it, Fee

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Sat, 03 Mar 2012 14:45:49 -0600

G Darling I miss you so much. I hope you have a fantastic week. I'll be talking to you Thursday. Yours Forever, A Dear Mom, I love you, really I do. I'm sorry I can't be like you want. your girl, A Dear God, You're out there somewhere right? A

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sewerrat — Sun, 04 Mar 2012 17:36:24 -0600

Dear Sue, Seriously, you need to start writing again. You haven't done a big project for more than about five seconds since NaNoWriMo, and that is REALLY NOT GOOD. Sweetie, if you want to be a writer, you've got to /write/. You know? I know the ideas don't seem right for the moment, so here's what you're going to do. You are going to open a blank word document. You are going to stare at it and count to five. And then you will write. A story. Any story. The first words to reach your fingertips. It doesn't have to be planned or even make sense. Just do it. Just let it out. I know that you have something to say, because I can feel it. I know the words are there. Reach. Good luck, -Sue

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KikiBee23 — Mon, 05 Mar 2012 22:19:56 -0600

Dear jacob, I'm so glad I finally ended it. Every since the mirror incident, I never felt the same way towards you. I have found someone better now who treats me right. And I know he always will. I'm changing my number soon and you won't have it. I don't want to hear from you anymore. No, I don't hate you, I hate your actions. I don't care if you've changed, nothing can prove that in my mind. I am free from you now. I don't have to keep looking over my shoulder for you. I can now look ahead towards college and anything after that. With you, I couldn't see myself going on, but now, I have the world at my fingertips. And I might just go to that college in NYC. You can't stop me anymore. Yours, Jay.

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gavrielle — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 21:32:55 -0600

Dear GOP and GOP Members of Congress, Let me tell you a story. My name is Gabbi. I am 16, and I have dreams of becoming a scientist. Why? I want to help people by finding new cures and discovering new things about the brain. If I can't be a scientist, I would want to be a neurosurgeon. But that's a hard job for a girl to get. Did you know that women only account for between 6% and 10% of all neurosurgeons and neurosurgery residents? And in surgery in general, women only make up 20%, even though more women are attending medical school than men. Those numbers seem a little strange don't they? What makes them sadder is that women who wish to enter the field are discouraged. They are told things like "you're too pretty to be a surgeon" or "you're married. why aren't you raising a family?". Family is important, but women can help people too, can't they? Anyway, back to my big dreams of being a scientist. I've wanted to go into scientific research before I knew what scientific research was. From when I was 5 to when I was 9, I was positive I was going to go into paleontology. Then I turned 9, and I discovered the vast world of astronomy. From when I was 9 to when I was 12, I couldn't make up my mind. I wanted to study astrophysics. I wanted to study exogeology. I wanted to study them all. And when I was 13, I heard of exobiology. I wanted to study the theories of life on other planets. But more then anything, from the time I was 9, I wanted to be an astronaut. If you ask me my dream job, in an ideal world, more than anything, I want to go into space. I want to do research on the space station. I would love to pilot a shuttle. Unfortunately, those dreams were dashed at the age of 14. I have a medical condition preventing me from reaching the stars. But, I did not let that deter me from my goals of knowledge. I still wanted to be a scientific researcher? Why? Because their job is to find things. To figure things out. I've always been a math-brained girl, something very rare in elementary schools, and high schools too. Do you know how many 9 year old girls tell people they want to be an astrophysicist when they grow up? The answer is not many. So I decided I wanted to do biomedical research. Maybe, some other girl with my inner-ear condition and holes in her eardrums would be able to go to space. But in my studies of biology, ears didn't interest me that much. What really interested me was the brain (and stem cells, but you already f*cked up that dream for me...) Now, I know that many of you don't understand science. That's fine, although I don't suggest laws about what science should be allowed to research being made by politicians. Science should be ruled by science. I trust the scientists about evolution. I trust the scientists about the safety of abortion. And I hope the Christians will stay out of the business of my Jewish uterus. But most importantly, I hope that you let science continue to be science, even if you don't understand it. You cut billions of dollars from scientific research last year. And that money is affecting kids like me, who only want to go out and be the change we wish to see in the world. I want to be a female Ph.D., or a female neurosurgeon. I made it into a research program that will place me in a lab for my last two years of high school, working side by side with post-docs and professors doing my own research. However, lack of funding from the government means the man who I ideally would be working in the lab of won't necessarily be able to support me. I'll still be able to do research, but not in the lab I wish I could be in. Luckily, I am strong-willed. This isn't going to stand in my way. But it still isn't very nice of you. So thanks GOP, but I think I'm going to vote for Obama. Gabbi

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Labyrinth Rose — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 21:09:13 -0600

Dear everyone, I love you. You're beautiful. Stay strong, Labyrinth~

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Zaramora_Gladen — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 23:50:53 -0600

Dear Labyrinth, You are even more loved and beautiful. Thank you. Zara~~~

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 08:20:23 -0600

Dear Mom, I've tried a lot harder this week, thanks for noticing. Your daugther, A Dear G, You are so amazing. Love you, A Dear God, Help? A Dear Labryinth, Thank you. You are a beautiful person. All my love, A Dear Life, HURRY UP. :D Fondly, A

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Bee Vreeland — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 15:33:34 -0600

Dearest John, This is driving me crazy. Ahem. I hate this very much. It really takes the fun and spontaneity out of it. Plus now it's like our schedules never match up. And if I step out for a little while I miss my chance. Driving. Me. Crazy. Ugh. You too? No way. Oh wait, I can't talk to you to confirm that! Plus you're going away soon. Ick. This is stupid. Ugh. Call me. Now. While I can talk. Ugh. Annoying. Alaska Mindy, I'm sorry I was all mopey earlier. I'm an idiot. I don't know why I still get upset over Paul. It's dumb, dumb, dumb. Useless. But you're an awesome friend. I really love you. Bee Dear Paul, "No matter what I say I'm... still not over you." WHEN WILL I BE?! ACK! Melany

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HarpGuy — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 16:27:35 -0600

Dear parents, Please stop jumping to conclusions. It's perfectly possible for me to spend time with female friends and be nothing more than friends. This is really annoying me. Yours frustratedly, HG

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LilyLariaLaton — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 21:09:21 -0600

Elisabeth, What do you want from me? I'm only Lily, I'm not perfect, and I can't fix your life, only you and God can. Mostly God. You trying to fix your life has only gotten it where it is. You know it's true, don't deny it. What do you want? You tell me all of these dreams and longings but you never follow through working to get them. Do you expect your dreams to just fall into your lap? It doesn't work like that. At all. Work hard, trust God, Elisabeth. Then and only then will your dreams come true. Love your friend, Lily

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Zaramora_Gladen — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 17:42:51 -0600

My Dearest Koon-Ra, It's too bad I can't say that to your FACE, because you'd get mad at me. I do wish that you wouldn't, you ARE dear to me, and I love you so very much, but not in that way. Not in the way that you want me too. I keep meaning to ask you, how, if I'm not longer pretty to you, do you still like me? I mean, being pretty doesn't mean EVERYTHING, but still. And IF we did date, would you be getting mad at me all the time like you do now? Why do you? I haven't done anything mean, or madness worthy, I think. If we dated and you were like that, I wouldn't like it. Not at all. I don't think you would be, though. I don't know. I don't know "Robert the Boyfriend". You know, if I didn't have "Zai", I would want to date you. You know, that day when you told me, I was hoping the entire time that you'd do something spectacularly spontaneous and romantic. I wish we had talked about ideal first kisses before I knew you like me. Mine is (yes, still a dream of mine) to be facing the opposite direction, then the person grabbing me, spinning me around (roughly and gently) and kissing me with such a passion that I can't think for a while. He'd pull me close to him as he kisses me and wrap his arms around me tightly. That's how I want a kiss. MY kiss. I tell Armando that I've had it, that he's done it, but we haven't gotten to the point of that. Had you done that.....if you are.... I'm going to be honest. I wonder so very much what your kisses are like. Will they be soft, and sweet, like you, or totally bony. Like you. I imagined them soft. In my dream, they were so very soft. And sweet, and loving. I just loved it, honestly. The little thimbles. And then the soft, slow, kisses. They were wonderfully soft. Had I been with you, and you kissed like your hugs, I’d have to teach you. But, you’re hugs are pretty good. You just need to do it longer….well, for me, at least. I think that’s the trick. You can’t just wrap your arms around me and let you. You have to HOLD me, because sometimes, I just need to be held. To put my head on someone’s chest and listen to their heartbeat (or your irregular one). I don’t mind its irregularity. It’s really nifty. When did you start to like me? Was it Super Conference? At that time I didn’t know you as well as I do right now. Was it our Forensics tournament? That would make sense…I slept on you a lot. Maybe it was then. Or maybe it was just a random day. You were thinking about me and it popped up: “Oh, I fancy Xandria!” Fancy…I feel more comfortable saying “fancy” than “like”. I don’t know why, though. I miss…I miss having a friend like you. Who would tease me and make fun of me…I think Armando and I had that a little bit….not too much, though. That’s why I like you so very much. You’re so fun to be around! Always making me smile, or laugh. He and I…we’re romantic. We don’t TALK as much as happily hold each other. I’m afraid that is what would happen with you. We’d lose our friendship, and focus on the “relation” part of our relationship. I need a friend. And I’m not using you, you’re my friend. My dearest friend. Yours lovingly and will be forever there, Xandria Q. P.S. You really should try the whole "God thing". I know you aren't a believer, but that is why it isn't working out for you. Just....give yourself to Him. Don't think about it, and please do not be afraid. Let your heart go to Him, like it should, and everything will be better, I promise. He can do things normal humans can't, but only if you trust in Him, and the plan He made for you. He loves you, even if you don't love Him. And He will always love you, Robert. Please, trust Him, and trust me. I would never intentionally hurt you, and He would just never hurt you. We love you, and you need to realize that.

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uberskittlez — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 00:16:04 -0600

Dear Fee, They all know that there's something wrong with you. So why can't you just own up to it and get some help and support? They want to know. They've asked. They care about you, they really do. Think about it, no pressure. Also, there's the issue with Mark and Kat. She killed herself just a few months ago. You should check in with Mark. But I know that you won't, because you're afraid of anyone who's good for you, aren't you? And then there's Ruvim. Who sucks, because he's too high all the time to understand that he's not supposed to tell the guy you like that you like him. But that's not the issue, is it? The reason that you're so sad lately? Is it just the little things? I don't think so. Maybe it's just the glaringly obvious problem in your life that you've pretended not to notice. You can't remain oblivious forever. Yours Forever, Fee

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silvertouch — Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:24:59 -0600

Dear W, Hey. We haven't spoken in a few days and I miss you like crazy. I miss your awkward height and your perpetual half-grin. I miss your kindness and your beauty and your absolute brilliance. You don't know--how could you?--but the intensity with which I want you is barely restrained. You can't want me back, I know, but right now, I'm content with being your friend. We bother deserve so much more. You're perfect. Liam

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OzJackal — Thu, 15 Mar 2012 07:10:00 -0500

Dear parents... You say you have my best interests at heart. Bullshit, it seems. All you've done is make it worse. You're my parents! Shit, biological, maybe. But my grandmother has been like my real mother because YOU, my dearest mother have honestly done a crap job of raising me. i'm shocked that I'm the way I am, that I actually have some capacity for human emotion. Yeah, I'm following in my brother's footsteps, why? Give me another fucking role model, take a good, long, hard look around and ask WHO ELSE DO I HAVE? But you should be proud! I plan to be better than him. I had a godawful day and you reduced me to tears within five minutes. I never hated you more than then and I know I'll never look at you the same again. I just hate that you compare me to people in other goddamn countries. Yeah, I have problems, others have more serious problems maybe. But I'm fucked up mentally, you really shouldn't have to look too goddamn hard to notice that. I can't believe that you don't understand, that you don't see I WANT HELP but I'm just trying to get you to notice. You're saying I had choices of things I should have done that my brother and sister did, that I should have taken them. At six. Excellent! I also had serious Aspergers Syndrome so that was fucking stupid. Teach me, parents. You did a great job raising the other two, but with me it seems like it's crap. "We did it for your sister, we did it for your brother, we'll do it for you now!" Biggest horse shit I've ever heard. You're getting older, you're getting...more lenient, riight. Don't make promises you won't keep. You taught me that, you're starting to see why my brother is my role model? You bitch and moan about what I do and don't do. Have you ever wondered whether or not I actually HAVE REAL FRIENDS at school? The worst thing is I don't. I'm so tired of you guys saying I go to a great school. Yeah, I'm damn well aware of that, but that won't change a damn thing if I hate going there because I literally sit there and do nothing. Why do you make me go? I want the choice I had at six... I need the help that I can't get. But I can't talk to anyone because it'll come back to you and I'll end up in tears again. You two hurt me when this happens, and you blame me when I'm unhappy or mad at you. Christ, you'd think two very intelligent people would understand... You're not the problem, but you're not part of the solution. Just stay away... All I can think of now, is, with my real, genuine friends acting horrible too, there's only one thing I can think of. Christ it's a bad thought. But if I were gone, who would notice? I can't stop thinking it. Its getting harder to control...

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Hunger Ludinivalis — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 22:36:45 -0500

Dear H, I really don't know how you manage to do it. I mean, I've never liked anyone this much. Ever. Sure, I've had plenty of long crushes; but I got over those. But this... You've made it clear that you're not interested in me at all, yet I still can't get over you. I've even tried to convince myself that I don't like you anymore and that I had a crush on someone else (who, I might add, rejected me and I got over her quickly enough.) If nothing else, I just miss talking to you. I don't understand why you have to give me the cold shoulder; other person and I still have the same relationship we had prior to me asking her out. And as much as I hate to admit it, my social life pretty much consists of people I talk to in the actual school day, and you were one of those people. So now my social life is dying. Hoping that you'll at least talk to me again, K

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 19:37:21 -0500

Dear Life, You way too freaking hard. A

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royalturtledove — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 20:38:11 -0500

Dear E, I don't know why you think you can call me names, and make fun of me. Why you think you can shoot down my opinions, like I don't matter. Why I get the most abuse out of anyone in our group. Is it because I'm not quite as good friends with you as E and L are? And because I know you better than you know C and C? Is it because I'm smack-dab in the middle? I don't know why you think you can call me a b---- when I won't give you the answer on a test. You know what? I studied. I took the time to sit down, and look through my notes, see what things meant, and you didn't. You had no right to call me that, because I bothered to actually do my work, and you had no right to ask me to cheat on a test. And I hate that I'm scared of you, and what you can do to me and all our friends, if we tell you off. If we lash out for what you've said and done to us, you'll tell us off. I hate that. I hate that you shoot down my opinions, and everyone else's. I hate that you've taken to abandoning us. And I hate it when you laugh at me for having my own opinions, for not being exactly like you, for being my own person. And it actually really, really hurts. It all really hurts. And I feel like you know, you can tell, when you're being mean. You know it. Especially when you call us all b-----. What did we possibly do to deserve that? We're your friends. We're supposed to stand by you, and you're supposed to stand by us. Sadly, this doesn't seem to register in your mind. I don't know how much longer I can deal with you. And I'm sorry. Because for a while there, you were one of my best friends. But you know what? Best friends don't hurt each other. At least, not ones that last. Sadly, S

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TreefrogWarrior — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 20:48:28 -0500

Dear self, Breathe. Seriously, just breathe. In and out, in and out. Stay strong and you will make it through this. Love, Your Worst Enemy

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dancing_in_the_rain1327 — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 21:00:15 -0500

Dear annoying neighbour with six cars in your driveway, I hate your freaking security floodlight you have. I have to catch the bus before the sun has risen to get to school on time and I do not appreciate being blinded by your light when I'm not even in your driveway. Seriously, it's not your effing job to patrol the sidewalks- last I checked that's public property. -Angry pedestrian --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear other annoying neighbour that always leaves crap in the middle of the sidewalk, Stop doing it. I detest having to go into the street because you can't get your act together. The sidewalk isn't your personal property, keep it clear. -Angry pedestrian ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear careless driver, Pedestrians DO have right of way in parking lots. Use your freaking brakes and wait your freaking turn. -Angry pedestrian ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dear jerk on the train, It is not audacious of me to politely ask you to move over so I can sit down. Don't look at me that way and sigh like it's a real inconvenience for you to move one seat over. I'd rather not have to stand for my entire forty-five minute commute. -Angry commuter

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Drohd-b — Mon, 09 Apr 2012 18:43:06 -0500

dear mom, i don't care if you think you can read my mind or what i'm trying to say. it doesn't bother me that you don't understand a thing i do. it bothers me when you think you can and decide you really have. or when you're sweet to everyone else. and i'm glad you'll never see this, because i don't need you apologizing to everyone on the forums for my attitude problems. you know, like you do every time i disagree with you. sincerely,

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Drohd-b — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 15:58:07 -0500

Dear mcr, i hope you're happy, you skunk! droh

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Spaghetti7 — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 00:16:00 -0500

Dear Friend, Thank you for being made of awesome. I owe you the largest latte you can find with extra whipped cream and dark chocolate swirls, triples sleeved and double strawed. Thank you for being willing to take some of the suck out of my day and insert it into yours. You have no idea how much of a difference it made, -Spag Dear Sources of the Suckiness of My Day, Please try to co-ordinate your schedules so that I have a chance to regain consciousness between each hit. -Overwhelmed Me

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Lectin Gaezat — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 04:06:32 -0500

This is addressed to a bunch of you, seeing as this will be my last post I'll be making on the forums for at least the next couple of years. So there's a bunch of people whom I want to address before I go, and from my headings I hope you know you are. To the PEs. It was a joy getting to know all of you. Though I've been in a few Vaulted Issues, I also got to enjoy your company. It was a pleasure to mix Maffles for you, a pleasure to host some of the Mafia Games we had on the forums, and I'm glad to have known the people whom I was close to. Maffles, Stasi, Ara, Raven, Tassel, Bro, Ber, Kitty, Greek, Lauri, Lady, Sar, Faramir, Hope, JL - may your roads stay bright. Affectionately, *~P LG Dear Covenites, Most of you all, I know somewhat or have gotten to know you. The Coven is still alive on Facebook, and stay strong. Glitter and rainbows to all of you. DFBTA. Fondly, Lec. Dear RPers. Thank you all for being the best to work with. All of you. The Seclusionists, the Cafe, the Boarding School, and all others. Mithril, Reb, Silver, Joker, Crazy, Choco, Buggles, my hat it off to you all. Nostalgically, Lectin, Trest, Yve, Daven, Travis, Gary, Kendrick, and all other characters. Dear Forums, I don't know when I will be back, but I will not return till the state of the forums have improved. Care for the minority. Lec. Dear persons whom have pissed me off. Improve. Change. Learn from your mistakes. Regards, Lec. To my Wife, Tassel. There's always Tumblr. With Love, Lec. ----- It's been a long day, and I'm not going to be angry anymore. The forums have changed my life, and now that I've changed too much to stay, I shall now take my leave. I'll be contactable on my mail function for the next month, after which I'll probably log out for the last time. I'll tie up loose ends. I'm still going to be maintaining my blog, and my Tumblr. May the stars guard your path, and may the odds be ever in your favour. Lec.

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dancing_in_the_rain1327 — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 07:31:19 -0500

Dear disorganized instructor, If you ask me for my patience while you get your act together one more time I will scream. -Frustrated student

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MazeRunner — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 04:28:13 -0500

Dear Self - Stop stressing over things you can't control. Take breaths, you'll deal.

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royalturtledove — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 18:11:51 -0500

Dear Algebra, You suck. Sincerely, S

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JesusLover — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 21:59:09 -0500

Dear Self, Get off NaNoWriMo and get some sleep. You know you'll need it tomorrow. With love, Jill. :) <3

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badgerpride — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 17:11:43 -0500

Dear moths, My room is not a hotel! You cannot stay here! Invade the rest of the house, see if I care. Just leave my room alone. Sincerely, Badger

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21stcenturybreakdown — Sun, 29 Apr 2012 06:42:15 -0500

Dear A, Thanks for making me move house. I really appreciate it. I had to leave my best friends behind, my house, everyone I knew and were friends with and loved, so that I could come and live here. Wow. Thanks a bunch. You want to know why I've been acting quiet lately? Why I'm always tired? Because I'm sad. Because I want to go home, to where I belong. Saying I'm tired is the best way not to let on that I'm miserable. Plus I'm the reason there's blood on my pillow. Bet you didn't think of that when you made me move, you stupid company. It would have probably been easier if you'd moved my family to the ** or ****** so that then at least I wouldn't be constantly remembering the fact that my life has been left two hours down the road. I hate you. I will never work for you. I will never buy anything from you. I will hate you forever. 21stcenturybreakdown

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Stazz — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:10:36 -0500

Dear self, Pull yourself together. Do your homework. With gratitude (if not much enjoyment), Jazz

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maddie022 — Tue, 01 May 2012 20:54:05 -0500

Dear Parents, You think you know all about my life? Well you don't know crap. You know the act that I put up for you, because that's all I allow you to see. In all honesty, if you knew the 'real me' you'd most likely be disappointed. My thing is I don't care what you think. I'm proud of who I am. I just wish I'd stand up for myself more often. When I do stand up for myself, we end up in situations like these. Not talking for days, and just coexisting alongside one another. I don't understand why this is your problem? So my sister and I offer to go halfsies on an iPhone for me. She pays half as a birthday present, and I go half to help pay. Where is your involvement in this? Don't come complaining to me about YOUR bills that you pay. You each have an iPhone. Dad, all you use yours for is for phone calls and checking email. Get a BlackBerry. That is PRECISELY what a BlackBerry is for. Mom, you use yours as a phone and occasionally listen to the music that /I/ spend three hours downloading for you. You're welcome. Don't tell me I don't need an iPhone. Of course I don't NEED an iPhone. An oppertunity has come up where I can get one for FREE when I void my contract. Don't tell me that I don't NEED one because I 'already have an iPod, and if all I'm going to use it for is phoning and texting your friends and using the internet, I don't need one because it's a waste of money.' Last time I checked, YOU'RE NOT INVOLVED IN THIS, AND THAT IS ALREADY MORE THAN YOU TWO DO WITH YOUR PHONES COMBINED. Don't tell me that a 'phone is not a toy. It's a tool.' I don't know if you're aware, but that is EXACTLY WHAT THE IPHONE IS MANUFACTURED FOR. THE BLACKBERRY IS ADVERTISED AS A TOOL. If you did your research or even listened for ten seconds you'd know that. My iPod is old, the battery life isn't NEARLY as long as it used to be, I constantly have to recharge it. The iPhone is also a camera, so I won't have to use our crap camera that can't take a non blurry photo to save it's life, because yet again, 'there's no need to listen to your daughter, MY opinion is ALWAYS right." You're making it sound like I'm coming up to you and demanding that you buy me an iPhone RIGHT NOW AND THAT I BETTER GET ONE BECAUSE I NEED IT NOW NOW NOW NOW. Sorry. That's not the case. It's never been the case. Anything that I've ever wanted that's been a more expensive item, I've bought myself. This is clearly no different. And no. This is not a 'status thing'. I could care less... I'd like an iPhone because I could merge my iPod and have a camera and have my phone all in one place. Not to mention I have the oppertunity to get a free iPhone. -_- But as always, you CLEARLY know better, and I know nothing. If you'd listen for 10 minutes and not jump down my throat, maybe you'd get it. Sorry if you two are still stuck in the 90's. If sticking up for myself means that you two get mad an huffy for a couple days, so be it. I enjoy the silence. I don't really care, as I know that it'll always be two against one. Never a fair fight, and I know that. This is about more than just a stupid phone. This argument was just the last straw. I'm tired of being ganged up on for something that I'm making a valid point about. You two are just too thick headed to even think about what I have to say. And you wonder why we don't have a close relationship. Screw you, Your extremely pissed off daughter.

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iamthespacequeen — Tue, 01 May 2012 22:55:59 -0500

Dear Cole, I appreciate your concern, I really do, but when I say "I don't like opening up to people", I mean "Opening up to people is scary so don't ever ask me to do it again". Please, please, please stop asking me about things I've asked you not to talk about. much love, your fake girlfriend Dear Dakota, There is such a thing as unwanted cuddles. However, that doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend. sorry, C Dear Christopher, I'm so unbelievably proud of you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you because I see an amazingly talented, driven, and absolutely beautiful human being when I look at you. Of course you have flaws, sweetie, but who doesn't? You don't have to be perfect to be worthy of someone's love. I could never has asked for a better little brother <3 love forever, your big sis

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gavrielle — Wed, 02 May 2012 00:04:48 -0500

H— I get why you are pissed. I'm pissed at me too. And I'm sorry we didn't just tell you sooner but we couldn't risk ruining what we had with E. I guess that's all falling apart now though. It's all falling apart now. You are upset that B and I didn't tell you we were upset. B and I are annoyed that you didn't realize the whole time that what you were doing was upsetting us. E is going to be mad at all of us. I'm annoyed at myself. I don't even want to think about how this whole thing has been impacting R. And S and C are going to be trapped in the fallout. If it makes it any better, B and I are seriously hating on ourselves right now. We know the whole thing is kind of our fault. We know we should have told you when the way you and E were acting was pissing us off. But really, how could we have? We were trying to keep an amazing group of friends a solid and amazing group of friends. E always jumps in and steals my guy friends. I know it's not intentional, but she did with A. I'm not sure if I've ever told you that story. But then, it fades. She moves on. She did with A. And she hasn't with you. If anything, the whole situation has gotten more crazy. I figured it would fade, so why deal with the drama? And now it's gotten worse and I had to tell you because it is really the only explanation for a lot of things, but now the fallout is going to happen at the worst possible time. I know you say you aren't mad. Just confused. But I know you are mad. And now you're going to put that anger into other things. The whole "now I'm going to be so tired thanks to you"? I know what that is. I've been here before. And our friendship means way too much for me to give it up. So where do we go from here? Gabbi Gabbi— You really f****d up this time. Didn't we learn our lessons about not telling people things and hoping it blows over? You may have just ruined stuff not just for you and B, but for H too. Really for H. And if there's any blowout with E, you will have really ruined things for S and C too. I hope we've learned our lesson this time. Gabbi

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JesusLover — Wed, 02 May 2012 14:24:56 -0500

Dear Matt, WE MISS YOU! <3 Please post. :) *puppy dog eyes* Love, Jill and the rest of the PEs, if they feel like sending this letter too. :)

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Ink_Stained_Midnight — Sun, 06 May 2012 00:26:21 -0500

D— Yes, you know who you are. You also know who I am, which I suppose is a step up from some. We're classmates. Partners. Creek buddies. Friends. Just friends. Right? Even though I want so much more. I'll admit it. I'm in love with you. I've loved you since the first time you made me laugh, the first time you smiled at me, the first time you walked into class, the first time I realized you couldn't be mine. I've loved you from the very first moment we met. And it hurts. It hurts worse than anything in this world or any other. It hurts because I can't have you, and I never will have you. But I can't slip up and let you know, can I? Because I'm just the classmate, the partner, the creek buddy. I'm just the friend. Trust me, I understand. She's beautiful and thin and funny. She's kind and intelligent and will probably be a better girlfriend than I ever could be. You're cutting me up on the inside like razor blades, but I won't see a word. Because that would hurt you. I've never been able to hurt you. So, by all means, be with her if that's what you want. Be with the beautiful girl that every guy wants. Be with the girl that's not me if that will make you happy. I'll be happy for you if that will make you smile. I'd do anything just to see you smile. —J

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Autschibooklovegirl — Fri, 11 May 2012 10:39:32 -0500

Dear best friend, Yes. You can stay over tonight. It's going to be stressful at your place tomorrow and I don't want to let you suffer. And yes. I do love you. You are amazing and stuff. But no, I am not really happy you are coming. I had an stressful week with a lot of crying and a lot of hating people. And tonight I was going to be all alone for the first time in weeks.. I planned to eat cookies and drink tea und eat junkfood ... and watch glee... and maybe- maybe- I would have playe skyword sword.... Now I am going to play skyword sword or watch doctor who... and talk to you.,.. at least I'll get tea. Still- if it helps you I'll do it. Dear Chris (1) you are only a character, you should not tell me what to do. (2) You also hear the assingment. No. We can't write a slash fairy tale. It should be a classical (and cliched) lovestory... I think with my fairytale I already break a few of the teachers tasks... but if I can't write a parody... it is the only thing I'll finish- so it is okay... maybe... plus.... do you really want a mary sue as your partner in any story? I don't think so.... I'll write a proper fairytale just for you, I promise.

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gavrielle — Tue, 22 May 2012 00:45:09 -0500

Dear Lakers– Really? –Gabbi

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Sarcastic_R_Us — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 14:16:10 -0500

Dear Cassie, Proofread before you hit "Create Thread." >____> not >_____ Love, Cassie

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Lynnielois — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 14:51:00 -0500

Dear friend's girlfriend. I am NOT ATTRACTED TO 'YOUR MAN' so I would love it if you would possibly, I don't know, stop being so terrible to me? Thanks. It's not cool to see that I was added to your skype call and freaking yell at him and "WHY IS SHE HERE?!?! WHY DID YOU INVITE HER?!" all over the chat. And then whenever you see me in person, you just have to give me a hug when people like my brother and my sister in law are watching. Stop with the false pretenses, I know you hate me. - Carolyn.

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uberskittlez — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:20:16 -0500

I've got a few letters to not send today. >.< It's... It's been a really bad month. Dear Bry, Yeah. Way to go. You totally decide that I'm not worth being friends with anymore, and what do you get for it? Absolutely nothing. You took my boyfriend from me. You're supposed to be my best friend. How could you break up with your own boyfriend (who was nothing but PERFECT to you), telling him that you "just didn't want to be in a relationship", and then immediately go into a relationship with the guy that I had just broken up with the day before, at your insistence . And then you get mad because I hook up with the guy that I love, because you FORGOT TO TELL ME that you were dating him? No. Not cool. Best friend, my ass. And the only reason I'm not dating the guy I love right now is because I respect you. After every thing you've done to me, all the things that's been messed up because of you, I respect the friendship that we had enough not to go out with him. Whatever. ~Coffee Dear Robert, You screw everything up. You don't think things through, you don't realize how things will affect you, how they'll affect me. You pretend like you don't care, but I've been with you for years. I know you better than you know yourself, however cliche that sounds. You don't realize how what you do affects everything else. You say things to other people that make them love you. You can't help it, it's who you are. But... Do you have to be so freaking stupid? I mean, I just want to believe that the time we spent together meant something to you. And you lie. You lie. You could have told me that you and Bry were together before we hooked up. You could have let me know, instead of lying strait to my face. You're a coward. But I love you so much. ~Coffee Dear Brandon, You have to stop going back to her. You're my best friend, my brother, my homie. You're way too good for her. All Bry ever does is screw you over. She dates you, breaks up with you, dates someone else for a few days, and then you take her back. It's happened twice now, and I don't understand why. You're so much better than her. I've known you since we were little. You are so much better. You deserve so much better. I've always rooted for your relationship with her. All the time, I've told you that you're the only one who can make it work, because Bry gets bored easily, and she stops trying. If you love her, then I understand. I don't like it, but I understand. I just wish you could realize that you deserve someone who'll love you as much as you love her. That's it. ~Coffee Fish-- You screwed up. You really did. You take her side in everything. You always have. You two were always the closest pair in our three-way friendship, but.. You took her side in this, over mine. You told me things that I can't forgive you for. Ever. You said things to me that will stay with me for a long, long time. You apologized after, but what's done is done. We've been through way too much together for you to say those kinds of things to me. It's disgusting. You're disgusting. Sometimes, it's hard to tell who makes me sicker-- you or Bry. But I guess it doesn't matter, does it? I don't want either of you in my life anymore. ~Coffee I don't want any of them in my life anymore.

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ashiibrook — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 17:38:05 -0600

Dear K, I'm over the drama and we're getting more distant by the day. I don't know if I have the time nor the energy to keep up playing the games. You're hurting S by hanging with E-you spent no time with S any more and you call her your soul wife? Go die in a hole. -A Dear C, I miss you. I will everyday. You'd understand, but you're gone to me now. You'll always have a place in my heart, my ex-best friend. -A

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WriterGirl23 — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 22:33:37 -0600

To... I don't know. Too many people. Hi. I'm Grey. I'm thirteen, I'm a girl, and I love dark clothes and rock music. Tchaikovsky is my favorite composer, he's absolutely beautiful, and I'm a complete Doctor Who and BBC Sherlock geek. Someday I want to move to Canada with my best friend Husky and live in a flat with her and write for a living. We won't have much money but we'll have a home. I'm an atheist and I'm what I like to call "ninety percent gay"- on the meter of People Grey Is Attracted To, girls and androgynous people are the norm, boys are the ten percent. I love lots of things, like cats in beds and music and seltzer water. But I wake up every morning and I go to the bus stop and wait for the thing to shuttle me along to some concrete prison. I walk the halls and I'm terrified. I hear people saying things, I hear the remarks, I hear it. And I keep quiet, always quiet, because if I open my mouth then maybe it'll all spill out and they'll find out, and I'm so scared because they can hurt me, they can hurt me so much. I'm afraid, every day, of telling the truth. I'm afraid of wearing short sleeves because people would see what's underneath my long shirts and sweaters, what the strain and the remarks and the fear has caused. I'm afraid of telling my family who I am. I'm afraid of being honest to my friends. I thank people who are tolerant. Fancy that. Being afraid of being honest and thanking people for something that should be a given. So who are you to say that I would choose that? Who do you think you are? You have absolutely no idea what it's like. You think I want this life? I hate it! I absolutely hate having to hide because I'm scared! But I'm not going to change because I can't so stop trying and get over it. Even if you're not saying things like "that's gay" in the hallways, quit denying me my rights as a human being because a book told you to, comparing me to a pedophile, and being nasty to all my friends because they are the best people in the world and you don't deserve to even look at them. Grey.

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Laura E. Andrews — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 22:55:42 -0500

Seriously? That's what we should write to our internet "provider"! Lately it's been deciding it doesn't want to connect for unknown reasons, and it's really irritating. Today, though, it seems to be behaving :)

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dragonKhorse — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:44:38 -0500

Argh. It got cut. Misheard_Whisper,

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dragonKhorse — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 03:46:37 -0500

Screw it, I think I know what's wrong. Misheard_Whisper, Matryoshka! *squee* Dear Brain, You're an INTP and all, which means you like being accurate, and having data. We understand, and we love you for that. That said, typing out a post 4 and a quarter times longer than the OP is scary. Even though it's the Reference Desk. It's even worse when you say, "I think I can keep going." Love, Your 10 Fingers.

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xfearlesslykiki — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 23:57:18 -0500

I really like the repetitive of your letter - it sounds like a song. Nice talent you have. And oh, I wish this didn't happen to everyone. But the truth is, that it does. And for some people, there is no hope.

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writerchick15 — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 23:29:42 -0600

Please don't give up! Things will get better soon! You can survive. I may have not gone through the things you have, but i know what it's like to feel worthless. I know this isn't a forum for giving advice, but i felt i needed to say something. <3 meg

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Beautiful Illusion — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:19:45 -0500

To --- If you don't like it, leave. But actually, don't, because I don't want this family to fall apart. Vicky.

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Arazia — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 14:38:59 -0500

Thanks, Blue. (: I think I will PM you, if you don't mind.

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uberskittlez — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 22:38:31 -0500

Oh, Cassie. I know how you feel with the best friend thing. It's tough. And it doesn't get any better. But the more you think about it, the more it hurts. I'm always here if you need me. It's even worse if you go through it alone. Love always, Fee

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Sarcastic_R_Us — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 12:55:10 -0500

Dear Lady, I love you for this. Love, Cassie

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Piper the Perfect — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 02:16:35 -0600

Freaking love your pic!

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Kaserl — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 19:12:08 -0600

Love the icon. Did a total double take, I thought I was the only one who still loved that movie!

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KikiBee23 — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 11:03:30 -0500

Coffee, do I need to stick Robert in my NaNovel next month as well??

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K.iriel — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 07:04:49 -0500

Dear me, Check posts before posting.

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Creative Mai — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 07:24:11 -0500

On that note... Dear Friends, I'm sorry. I don't understand slang. Me

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 08:57:25 -0500

On that note: Dear Google I second Blue! Don't do it!!

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Arazia — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 12:07:35 -0500

Blue, If you ever need to talk, I'm always here. PM me if you need to, okay? Love, Ara

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KikiBee23 — Sun, 23 Oct 2011 11:09:20 -0500

Dear Giraffe, I totally understand what you are going through. It really does hurt not to know if you love them or not. Kiki.

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uberskittlez — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 19:54:57 -0500

Yes, please, Kiki<3

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uncreativecarly — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 11:38:00 -0500

<333333333

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NobodyFair — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 12:30:30 -0500

I've been in the same position *hugs* If you need to talk to someone who doesn't judge I'm all ears

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Kaserl — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 19:44:19 -0600

PM me if you need to talk. I'm good at listening. My advice, however, is a completely different story.....

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KikiBee23 — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:34:14 -0500

Okay! <3 Love you! :)

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GreaseLightning — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 10:54:06 -0500

And just like that, I lose. You just sent me and email asking how I'm doing, and you just charmed your way out of me being angry at you YET again. And now I'm positive that I DON'T like you, you're just my mentor and I love you in that way. Why are you putting me through this?

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uberskittlez — Tue, 01 Nov 2011 22:50:35 -0500

Dear, I know how you feel about this Marco cousin. I was in the same situation. Hell, I'm still in the same situation. Good luck with figuring it out, and know that you can NaNoMail me anytime if you ever feel low. Hope youfeel better<3 Love,Fee

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Horsefeathers 151 — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 23:35:10 -0500

Umm, that's kind of scary. Your first two letters are like replicas of some of mine...like even the peoples names....

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werekitty — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 14:00:00 -0600

No hope? That's like saying there's no point to living! Hope is the one thing that keeps me going most days. There is always hope if you choose to believe it.

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LizardBoyd77 — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 18:07:13 -0600

Turns out someone stole Axel's phone and texted me that... Day. Made.

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Alpina'sQuill — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:17:42 -0600

Bahaha, that is brilliance.

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Kaserl — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 00:06:26 -0600

Dear You, Okay, when I was feeling sorry for everyone else on here, the pufferfish thing cracked me up. Thanks, H Dear C and L, Aren't friends supposed to be supportive? I'm not so sure you qualify anymore. H Dear Other C BLAGH!!!!!! Stop messing with my head! Confused, H Dear Plot, Please stop hiding and at least partially show yourself in my novel... Please.... I've been characterizing for over 20000 words now... HURRY, H

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epic mcgowan — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 18:02:36 -0600

Dear H I'm glad I could assist in cracking you up :) No worries Me

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Piper the Perfect — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:18:17 -0600

And hugs back for you! And thankies for hugs! They're just as good as chocolate. :D *HUGGIE HUG* I'm hyper now because my story is flying again, so up all night writing exposition exposition. FUN FUN FUN! :D

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Elizabeth-of-Rohan — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 09:55:39 -0600

Dear Blue, Thanks for the hug! Hugs back. :) Love, Me

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Alpina'sQuill — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 01:36:09 -0600

ROFL. Thanks for your earlier encouragement Piper. And thanks for the hug, Blue. I agree with yah. Everyone on here need a hug. And I so want to give them a balloon for inspiring me to add more teen angst into my characters. I've read too many perfect-teen novels from the fifties, apparently. Dear Alpina, Give everyone a balloon. A puppy-shaped balloon. With a free copy of Fireflies. Or something. Go write another 500 words, you dope, -Whodoyahthinkitis?

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LizardBoyd77 — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 17:18:06 -0600

<3 keep holding on, ashiibrook if you need to rant or whatever, feel free to PM me

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KoralLovesRainbowz — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 21:15:58 -0600

Sounds like me sometimes...wanna talk?

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LizardBoyd77 — Thu, 24 Nov 2011 20:58:57 -0600

Hon, if you EVER need anyone to talk to, please please please feel free to PM me <3

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Alpina'sQuill — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 18:42:09 -0600

*sucks to be you (I got caught up in a pun)

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Alpina'sQuill — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 21:59:22 -0600

(yay I'm not the only one who hasn't read it....)

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Alias Cyborg — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 22:33:35 -0600

Me too. I don't have any unsent letters as of now, and I hope I never need to write one.

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Labyrinth Rose — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 11:43:30 -0600

Dear Alpina'sQuill, Puppy dogs with droopy faces Unicorns with dancing mice Sunrise in wide open spaces Disney world-- I'll go there twice! Butterflies and picnic lunches Bunches of chrysanthemums Lollipops and pillow fights And Christmas Eve! Sugarplums! String quartest and Chia pets And afternoon banana splits! Angels watching as I sleep And Liberace's Greatest Hits!!! [~ Pulled, from the Addams Family Musical. ...oh come on, I can't be the /only/ theatre geek with an obsession with all things relating to the Addams Family, can I?] Hoping this cheered you up, Labyrinth~

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Lectin Gaezat — Wed, 30 Nov 2011 01:42:10 -0600

There are happy letters... but most of the time we post sad letters more. :/

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JuniorFrenzySista — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 04:08:56 -0600

If you ever want to talk, please PM me. *awkward hugs that you give to someone you don't really know but want to help anyway* Would you like a biscuit?

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Chestergirl28 — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 14:58:51 -0600

I know exactly how you feel about that girl in the play. There's a girl like that in my school. She always has to be the best at everything. She has to be better than everyone all the time. It's really obnoxious.

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Piper the Perfect — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 12:15:05 -0600

Heh. That post made me smile. XD And a biscuit sounds nice. *Grabs plate of buiscits.*

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Piper the Perfect — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 21:30:30 -0600

She just won't try if she thinks it "doesn't" count. We go to the choir room again today, after practicing on the stage. And the student directors in the room. Again she barely acts. The second our "real" director sits down she acts again. GAH!!

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Piper the Perfect — Sun, 04 Dec 2011 18:21:59 -0600

Dear Fiona, Those kind of people exist? I'm sorry you have to deal with that.

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Kaserl — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 18:33:23 -0600

... I'm American, and you should tell her that in California, she should be more worried about stingrays than spiders, and that she should be glad it isn't the East Coast (daddy longlegs with bodies the size of a nickel) or the Rockies (brown recluse in my friend's basement. As in, you could die if it bites you and you don't get treatment. I will never know how my friend picked it up.). Seriously though, that sucks. She doesn't even have a right to complain about that sort of thing, really. Now if was about something emotional, then that would be different. But it's not.....

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PhantomDream — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 00:06:27 -0600

Tell her the spiders here? Are nothing. In Australia, they have a legit reason to scream and run because 99% of their spiders are poisonous. But here, the spiders are seriously the least of our worries. If you have to freak out about California, how about earthquakes, or windstorms? No, seriously, California is really a cool place to live. :-)

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shadow.of.smoke — Mon, 05 Dec 2011 14:48:55 -0600

Also, to R: I understand that you're smart and you want to do well. But please, you have to stop. Don't whine about getting two questions wrong on the math SAT wrong. And don't b**** about getting a 90 and how it's going to bring your grade down. Honestly, just shut up about it. Do you even understand what it's like for me, listening to you whine about getting an A (instead of an A+) in a class I got a C in? Yes, you're smart. Scary smart. I get it. But for the love of the FSM, you have to stop. From, your annoyed best friend

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Alinzar410 — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 11:08:53 -0600

We're not all that bad... What's the matter?

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HarpGuy — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 07:33:49 -0600

HL, You have my utmost sympathy on that one :/ HG

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HarpGuy — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 04:33:04 -0600

Piper, Thanks :) My issue is that I have a bit of a problem with words; they have to be RIGHT, otherwise I'm not happy. Ah well. HG

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Piper the Perfect — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 01:48:09 -0600

Have you done it yet? I'm going to bug you! XD

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HarpGuy — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 14:08:48 -0600

No, I couldn't catch her. Plus I have terrible fits of nerves and awkwardness.

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Piper the Perfect — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 22:40:15 -0600

Don't starve yourself. You are beautiful. *HUG* Best of luck with the diet. This letter to yourself is completely true. *HUG*

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leeleewolf — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 23:16:46 -0600

Been there, done that. Not bulimia, but mild anorexia. Eating disorders are so hard to stop once you start. If you're actually overweight, please lose it the healthy way, with your diet. Good job on catching it early.

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Piper the Perfect — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 05:35:36 -0600

You know the squeak thing, some girls find kind of cute, and she'll probably figure it was a sign of your shyness. She's probably extremely curious, and I think it's only fair you explain. You can do it!

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Labyrinth Rose — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 19:25:02 -0600

Dear Lia, I also happened to see you on the mental illness forum. Wanted to say hi, and I like that you always remind us to stay strong. I'm trying. You stay strong, too <3 Love, Casey

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reverse-paradox — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:43:26 -0600

Dear lovely Casey, Read your unsent letters. Read your letter to me. You sound like a sweetheart. Keep your head up high and don't let anyone bring you down. You're a beautiful person. I promise. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. And dream. <3 Love, Lia.

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hoblaph — Sat, 17 Dec 2011 20:08:04 -0600

Man i need an edit button. Nano website get one please... To finsh... Dear C----- Thanks for talking to me. ~hoblaph And dear classes, I want to elanr, so stop making that hard, plaesa. You guys can do it, so act like you believe thatyou really can... ~hoblaph

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blank_sheet_of_paper13 — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 22:14:48 -0600

Dear me, Do not post incoherent nonsense about killing people on a public forum. It's almost definitely a bad idea, no matter HOW UPSET YOU ARE with humanity as a whole. Thank you, good night. Sincerely, Me.

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zemoszi — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 21:13:05 -0600

This makes me smile.

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TreefrogWarrior — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 17:35:09 -0600

Draw a heart on the inside of your wrist. Next time you go to cut, it will remind you of what you have to lose and who your hurting. Trust me when I say that you are hurting somebody, somewhere. NaNoMail me sometime if you want. Abby

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Lectin Gaezat — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 05:48:14 -0600

Dear WriterGirl23, -hugs- I have so much sympathy for you, and I hope it gets better for you as it has been getting better for me. The NaNo LGBTQA+ etc teens have a thread for us specially (and Allies, because Allies are awesome) right here. Feel free to stop by, we're really nice and we don't bite. -one more hug- With Sincere Regards, Lec

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Evangaline656 — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:28:48 -0600

Lorenzo- No. Just no. YOU'RE AN IDIOT. Alright? Kay. -Emma

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MCR_dynamite — Tue, 10 Apr 2012 16:01:44 -0500

Dear Drohd, Heh heh, sorry 'bout that! ^^; - MCR

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Drohd-b — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 23:33:54 -0500

dear mcr, just don't bring it up and i might delete it from my hate book. ;) (SISTERLY) love, droh

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royalturtledove — Wed, 11 Apr 2012 18:21:53 -0500

Dear Lectin, We haven't talked much since I left last year, but I do want to say, you were always fun to have around the forums. I'll miss you terribly. I hope we meet up here again, sometime. If not, I hope that everything goes wonderfully for you. Sadly, Rosie

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Stazz — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:10:58 -0500

Whee, italics! *headdesk*