March 2009
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February 2009
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Dear you, I really have no idea if you feel the same way as I do, but I do think of you a lot. I think about if you miss me now and then, I think about what we’d be doing now if we were still together, and I think about whether or not to think about you. You’re in my thoughts a lot. Mostly because you’ve changed my life. I don’t hate you, I just couldn’t handle...
Dear that one guy I hooked up with that one time, no no, make that those three times. I know you’re sleeping with other people and I know I meant nothing. But please please keep hooking up with me. I care nothing for you, there’s that other guy I’m gonna chase until the end of college. But I need the little moments because I crave male attention and I went the furthest with you,...
Dear Andrew, Since you said you would always love me, I never thought the day would come when you’d turn around and tell me you were over me. You broke my heart several times. I’ll never be the same again. The moment I fell for you everything changed. And when everything else falls apart in my life, you let us fall apart too. You went away, and you’re happy now. In a way...
Dear PB, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m not supposed to be this way. I am not the girl this ordeal is turning me into. I am strong. I am independent. I do not need you to help me feel self-worth. So why can I not stop thinking of you? Why is it, whenever I’m feeling upset or stupid or worthless, I think of being with you? I’m growing a dependency on the...
Dear Mom, I love you. really, i do. But, when is it ever going to be enough? I try so hard to make you happy. I know you don’t think i’m trying, or that I don’t care. But the truth is: I do. I want you to be proud of me for once. Why did you think i ever went to those meets and practices, anyway? It wasn’t for me: I was content. It was for you. I wanted you to be happy...
Dear friend. I wish we could be like we used to be. I know a lot has changed over the past two years and I know we’re still friends, but we’re not best friends like we were. Remember that summer? We went out everyday and talked about anything and everything. There were no secrets, I knew everything about you, you knew everything about me. This whole ”growing apart” thing is...
Dear Highschool Love, The only reason I’m doing this is because I know that you won’t ever see it. But I have to say this to someone somewhere so it can’t hurt me anymore. I really like you. And everything you say to me negatively effects me negatively. You always wear ‘To Write Love On Her Arms’ shirts. Bet you didn’t know that I cut myself because of you. I...
Dear, I know I told you I was over it, but I’m not. I’m happy for you and your girlfriend. She’s so nice and one of my good friends, and she doesn’t know how much I used to like you. I just wish I could talk to you without feeling like I’m intruding. I know we haven’t really been friends, but I think you’d understand me almost as well as I can understand...
dear relationships, i was talking to a guy a while back about something.. he asked me a question and i replyed with something very general and bland. i guess he could read my face and he said “what?”. and i spilled what i really wanted to say. thats the only time i remember anyone ever really prying. caring about how i actually feel about something. i wish i could have the relationship...
Dear everyone, I’ve been working on a novel for three years now. It started as a really horribly done writing experiment and now it’s becoming something beautiful and all my own. I’m really proud of it and I have so many ideas in my head to share and to put out into the world. The places I’ve created are so wonderful and enchanting, and I would give anything to let others...
dear me, what’s going on? i don’t like it. don’t make it worse. today was really hard. it’s all starting to build up now. everything. i don’t feel well. i want to leave. i feel suffocated. i’m having trouble getting everything out. i’m afraid to show my parents how i really feel. they cause so much stress in my life. i don’t think they even realize...
Dear Richie, Why? Why do you do the things you do? You are such a sweet boy. You have an amazing personality and sense of humor. You’re attractive and hard working. That’s why I love you. That’s why it hurt so much when you ditched me, on Valentine’s Day, to go to a party and hook up with another girl. Please, just stop lying! Stop pretending like what you’re doing...
To my lovely NFP - I really do like you. I think about you all the time. I know quite well you see no issue with us being together forever, but honestly, I can’t even date you right now. I know you’ve never suggested it, but it’s got to be in the back of your mind, right? Right?! I don’t care that you’re hooking up with other girls. I honestly don’t, even...
dear doug, i tried so hard to fit what i see in your girlfriend. and i’ve given up. at one point, i was good enough for you, and you told me so. but now i’m not. i’ve tried so hard. i’ve tried so hard. i’ve tried so hard. i’ve tried so hard. i’ve starved myself, i’ve changed who i am so that you would like it. because i love you. a summer...
dear ex, you are such an asshole. you need to get over yourself. just to let you know you are not cool cause you smoke, drink, and had sex with that ugly pig. showing everyone my tits was a mistake. i hope everything comes back to bite you in the ass. and maybe you will learn your lesson. everything i ever told you was a lie. i cannot stand you. honestly, i wish you would stop being such a pussy...
dear ex biffle,
wow. i hate you. words cant explain how mad i am a myself for not ditching you last year. you make my whole freshman year hell. thanks. you screwed me over to many times. and me being the stupid idiot didnt do anything about it. everything you ever said to me was a lie. oh and you new bff is a slut. i hate her to. i kept all your secrets and was always there for you. and guess...
Dear LostinPost, I have lots going on inside my head. Mean things to say. Wonderful things to say. Honest feelings to express. I have so much to say in this letter you’re asking for. And it would truly relieve me, I know. But there is an issue. All of these things that bounce around inside my head; I can’t put them into words. No matter how hard I try. I believe that a lot of...
dear me, it’s been a tough few months. but things are going to get better. you’ve seen it over the last few days. you finally might have a chance. take it if the opportunity presents itself. your friends have helped you a lot over this span, thank them, and mean it. they deserve it. you’ve given them a lot of shit. lean on what you know most, stick to your guns. -hopefully
dear fall out boy, words can never be able to truly express everything i’ve ever felt from your music. but thank you. as cheesy as it sounds, your music is truly the only reason i’m still alive today. truemotherfuckinglove, a diehard
dear God, fuck you. no, seriously, fuck you. you always manage to make everyone happy but me. my best friend committed suicide, i’ve been dealing with depression for 3 years, and my family absolutely hates me. where are you? no love.
Dear Cody, I honestly can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you.. how much I miss us. You were my best friend. I could go over to your house and we could just TALK. No judging, no holding grudges, no interrupting…just talking. We could just look at eachother and it wouldn’t be weird. We knew what the other one was thinking, and we laughed all the time. I miss that so...
dear god, why do you make so many people suffer? and then me.. I’m so fortunate. and why? I take most of what I have for granted. oh yeah, I forgot, you don’t exist… -me
Dear not so much friend, If only you knew how much I hated you. You think we’re so tight and we”l be best friends forever. Well, I don’t think that’s going to work because I CAN’T FUCKING STAND YOU ANYMORE! You lie to everyone so you can make yourself seem cool, you talk all the time but never have anything to say, you never return anything you borrow, you pretend to...
