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CWatson
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Dear X,
I have high hopes for you. You're determined, you're conscientious, you're responsible, and you take your duties seriously. You're exactly what our vocal band needs--especially since, being a college vocal band, a disproportionate amount of our membership and a mind-boggling amount of our leadership is graduating in 20 days.
But evidently it was a mistake to tell you this, because now you're flaking out left and right, on the assumption that it's okay. It's not okay.
Now, I haven't even bothered telling you that, because what's there to tell? You're in a show. Is it my place to tell you that, because you're in my band, you can't do theatre? No, of course it isn't. But, because you're doing theatre, is it your place to tell us that you're going to miss almost every single rehearsal for the last five weeks of school? No, of course it isn't.
But you're doing it anyway. And that's why I haven't told you it's not okay. Because either you already know it and don't care, or... No, that's the only option. You know it. And you don't care.
But with that in mind, I am not interested in hearing your complaints. Yes, I know that decisions are being made without you. Yes, I know that you're not having your say. Yes, I know that sometimes you don't get updated about new developments? Know why? Because you're missing rehearsals left and right. And if that's what you're going to do, then to be perfectly honest, you need to be okay with being left out of the loop. You need to be okay with reduced membership and with adapting to other people's decisions. You chose to be left out. You chose to exclude yourself. And if you're not okay with that... Don't choose it.
"Take what you want, and pay for it." I had thought that you, of all people--you, with your rock-steady reliability and diamond realism--would understand this.
I guess I'm not as good a judge of character as I thought.
With equal amounts friendship and frustration,
~your friendly neighborhood group leader
I have high hopes for you. You're determined, you're conscientious, you're responsible, and you take your duties seriously. You're exactly what our vocal band needs--especially since, being a college vocal band, a disproportionate amount of our membership and a mind-boggling amount of our leadership is graduating in 20 days.
But evidently it was a mistake to tell you this, because now you're flaking out left and right, on the assumption that it's okay. It's not okay.
Now, I haven't even bothered telling you that, because what's there to tell? You're in a show. Is it my place to tell you that, because you're in my band, you can't do theatre? No, of course it isn't. But, because you're doing theatre, is it your place to tell us that you're going to miss almost every single rehearsal for the last five weeks of school? No, of course it isn't.
But you're doing it anyway. And that's why I haven't told you it's not okay. Because either you already know it and don't care, or... No, that's the only option. You know it. And you don't care.
But with that in mind, I am not interested in hearing your complaints. Yes, I know that decisions are being made without you. Yes, I know that you're not having your say. Yes, I know that sometimes you don't get updated about new developments? Know why? Because you're missing rehearsals left and right. And if that's what you're going to do, then to be perfectly honest, you need to be okay with being left out of the loop. You need to be okay with reduced membership and with adapting to other people's decisions. You chose to be left out. You chose to exclude yourself. And if you're not okay with that... Don't choose it.
"Take what you want, and pay for it." I had thought that you, of all people--you, with your rock-steady reliability and diamond realism--would understand this.
I guess I'm not as good a judge of character as I thought.
With equal amounts friendship and frustration,
~your friendly neighborhood group leader
CWatson
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Dear Y,
I'm going to do my best to be done with you now.
I sent you that message hoping to provoke a reaction, I admit it. As inflammatory messages go, though, I don't think it was particularly bad: I didn't say anything disparaging about what your mother was doing last night, or make wild accusations of your lesbianism. Instead, I stated my feelings: that you have been sending drastically mixed messages for all but the first four days of the last eight weeks. These mixed messages have made it really hard for me to decide whether I'm supposed to ask you out again: sometimes you ignore me (like when I actually try), and at others you suddenly want to talk to me. I honestly don't know what to do.
So I asked you to tell me what to do. I asked you to make a decision.
...And you decided not to.
Kiddo, I don't think you have so many friends that you can afford to just sacrifice one for convenience's sake. I definitely don't think you have so many people asking you out that snubbing one is an easy thing. And that means you either already regret your actions or will come to regret them eventually. And you could have had my friendship, I made that clear. I've given you more than one second chance, both formally and impromptu.
And instead you decided not to do anything.
And you know what? That's it. I'm done. I deserve more than this, I deserve better than you. I don't put up with people who don't respect me enough to tell the truth. I don't up with people who jerk me around on purpose; people who do that are enemies, by definition. And I certainly don't respect such people. And since respect is the foundation of any meaningful friendship, well, I guess that closes the door between us.
Good-bye.
~your erstwhile suitor
(Or at least that's the resolution I'll try to live by. My resolve being what it is, we'll see if I can actually pull it off.)
I'm going to do my best to be done with you now.
I sent you that message hoping to provoke a reaction, I admit it. As inflammatory messages go, though, I don't think it was particularly bad: I didn't say anything disparaging about what your mother was doing last night, or make wild accusations of your lesbianism. Instead, I stated my feelings: that you have been sending drastically mixed messages for all but the first four days of the last eight weeks. These mixed messages have made it really hard for me to decide whether I'm supposed to ask you out again: sometimes you ignore me (like when I actually try), and at others you suddenly want to talk to me. I honestly don't know what to do.
So I asked you to tell me what to do. I asked you to make a decision.
...And you decided not to.
Kiddo, I don't think you have so many friends that you can afford to just sacrifice one for convenience's sake. I definitely don't think you have so many people asking you out that snubbing one is an easy thing. And that means you either already regret your actions or will come to regret them eventually. And you could have had my friendship, I made that clear. I've given you more than one second chance, both formally and impromptu.
And instead you decided not to do anything.
And you know what? That's it. I'm done. I deserve more than this, I deserve better than you. I don't put up with people who don't respect me enough to tell the truth. I don't up with people who jerk me around on purpose; people who do that are enemies, by definition. And I certainly don't respect such people. And since respect is the foundation of any meaningful friendship, well, I guess that closes the door between us.
Good-bye.
~your erstwhile suitor
(Or at least that's the resolution I'll try to live by. My resolve being what it is, we'll see if I can actually pull it off.)
Chantilyvamp
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dear dreams,
you so rocked
please come again tonigth
the very imaginative andturned on me
you so rocked
please come again tonigththe very imaginative andturned on me
Vermilion
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Dear Universe,
Since when did I become the propper up, the one who supports everyone? My dad's lost his job, my mum's under the surgeon's knife as I type, my husband seems to be in the middle of a breakdown that I can't help him with and they're all turning to me. I don't have the answers. I'm barely able to dress myself in the morning. What's going on?
Give me strength.
x
V
Since when did I become the propper up, the one who supports everyone? My dad's lost his job, my mum's under the surgeon's knife as I type, my husband seems to be in the middle of a breakdown that I can't help him with and they're all turning to me. I don't have the answers. I'm barely able to dress myself in the morning. What's going on?
Give me strength.
x
V
rachlou
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Dear X b/f
I really hope you catch some virulent venereal disease that slowly rots your non-existant balls from the inside out.
You've fucked up my life for too long now, so please fuck off out of it. Forever.
Rach
Ps. I hope the poor cow you've managed to ensnare this time is alot wiser than I was. Bit of luck, she'll see the writing on the wall before you do to her what you did to me, again and again.
I really hope you catch some virulent venereal disease that slowly rots your non-existant balls from the inside out.
You've fucked up my life for too long now, so please fuck off out of it. Forever.
Rach
Ps. I hope the poor cow you've managed to ensnare this time is alot wiser than I was. Bit of luck, she'll see the writing on the wall before you do to her what you did to me, again and again.
lesbiaphrodite
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Dear X,
I'm not exactly a guru when it comes to discussions of accounting, but I do remember a little concept called 'profit & loss analysis' and the gist of it is that if you are losing more than you're gaining, you need to close the books on that deal. Well, in our 'relationship,' I would say that you're the only one who has profited and I'm the only one who has lost. So, I'm closing this deal and moving on. I've given you too much for too long and gotten nothing but heartache in return. I can't take back what I have given you in terms of time, emotion, love, commitment, insight and intelligence, but I can cut you off and never give you anything again as long as I live. And, that, my dear, is what I'm doing. Goodbye.
LA
I'm not exactly a guru when it comes to discussions of accounting, but I do remember a little concept called 'profit & loss analysis' and the gist of it is that if you are losing more than you're gaining, you need to close the books on that deal. Well, in our 'relationship,' I would say that you're the only one who has profited and I'm the only one who has lost. So, I'm closing this deal and moving on. I've given you too much for too long and gotten nothing but heartache in return. I can't take back what I have given you in terms of time, emotion, love, commitment, insight and intelligence, but I can cut you off and never give you anything again as long as I live. And, that, my dear, is what I'm doing. Goodbye.
LA
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Handley_Page
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lesbiaphrodite
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Dear X,
Life is brief; talk is cheap.
LA
Life is brief; talk is cheap.
LA
Handley_Page
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Dear X
Thanks for returning the car.
I take it you've kept the keys?
Thanks for returning the car.
I take it you've kept the keys?
Selena_Kitt
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Dear Body,
What in the hell is wrong with you?! First, you somehow kill my baby... thanks for that, by the way, that's been a real joy ride... now, it's been almost two months, and where the hell are my cycles, I'd like to know? Can we get this show on the road please? I'm about ready to give up on you... entirely.
What in the hell is wrong with you?! First, you somehow kill my baby... thanks for that, by the way, that's been a real joy ride... now, it's been almost two months, and where the hell are my cycles, I'd like to know? Can we get this show on the road please? I'm about ready to give up on you... entirely.
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Lady_Guenivere
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Dear X
I knew asking you wouldn't help. I just knew it.
I don't know why I bothered trying.
_Lynn_
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So I did a lot of thinking. I know this is what he does. It's in him, a part of him, what he believes in. For him to remain the person he is, I see now there was no other choice for him. I'll still admit to being selfish and wish he was home instead.
Could you just watch him for me, and keep him safe -- please?
Thank you for letting him contact me today. You have no idea what that means to me. Okay, maybe you do, but at least I know that to this point he's safe. Thank you for that.
Maybe soon, I will even stop whispering to you.
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CWatson
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Dear God,
Just this once, I'd like to have a relationship that's functional on my terms.
I'd like it if she was able to compromise, instead of an overabundance of integrity (which is also a nice thing, but sometimes gets in the way). I'd like it if she were mostly sane; You of all people would know that I'm not always rational, so it's rather ridiculous of me to expect anything else from the people around me. I'd like it if she had a sex life. I'd like it if we could learn to take each other for granted, and spend enough time together that we can be comfortable, and not have to cling together now for fear that there is no tomorrow. I'd like it if she would listen to me, and if I wouldn't have to constantly make compromises out of desperation. I'd like to not hang on even after I stop being happy. I'd... Oh.
Umm. Let me start over.
Dear God,
I could use a hand with something. I need to learn enough self-respect that, if something isn't working out, I move on and don't get tied up in a lost cause. It was Your idea to make me the kind of person who never gives up hope, ever, and by and large I thank You for that; I'm proud to be that kind of person, and proud that You made me one. But You and I both know that sometimes I take it too far. Please help me stay sane about it.
(In the meanwhile, I'm gonna have to call her or something and find out if she's free this weekend... But that's something I think I can handle myself. Or not-handle.)
Just this once, I'd like to have a relationship that's functional on my terms.
I'd like it if she was able to compromise, instead of an overabundance of integrity (which is also a nice thing, but sometimes gets in the way). I'd like it if she were mostly sane; You of all people would know that I'm not always rational, so it's rather ridiculous of me to expect anything else from the people around me. I'd like it if she had a sex life. I'd like it if we could learn to take each other for granted, and spend enough time together that we can be comfortable, and not have to cling together now for fear that there is no tomorrow. I'd like it if she would listen to me, and if I wouldn't have to constantly make compromises out of desperation. I'd like to not hang on even after I stop being happy. I'd... Oh.
Umm. Let me start over.
Dear God,
I could use a hand with something. I need to learn enough self-respect that, if something isn't working out, I move on and don't get tied up in a lost cause. It was Your idea to make me the kind of person who never gives up hope, ever, and by and large I thank You for that; I'm proud to be that kind of person, and proud that You made me one. But You and I both know that sometimes I take it too far. Please help me stay sane about it.
(In the meanwhile, I'm gonna have to call her or something and find out if she's free this weekend... But that's something I think I can handle myself. Or not-handle.)
ferociouskittycat
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Dear X,
Thank you for the fantastic sex tonight, but seriously, I wish we'd do it on YOUR side of the bed for a change... you try sleeping on a towel for once and feel what it's like!
By the way, I know you like fantasies, so tomorrow is my night to give you just that. Maria is coming over and she loves anal sex, so make sure you wash yours. I've loaned her my strapon.
Thank you for the fantastic sex tonight, but seriously, I wish we'd do it on YOUR side of the bed for a change... you try sleeping on a towel for once and feel what it's like!
By the way, I know you like fantasies, so tomorrow is my night to give you just that. Maria is coming over and she loves anal sex, so make sure you wash yours. I've loaned her my strapon.
lesbiaphrodite
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Dear X,
I believe in karma. It is real and you have some karmic debt coming your way. Trust me on that. At the rate of my calculations, it will probably take this life and the next for you to get through it. I hope you rot in it.
LA
I believe in karma. It is real and you have some karmic debt coming your way. Trust me on that. At the rate of my calculations, it will probably take this life and the next for you to get through it. I hope you rot in it.
LA
Lady_Guenivere
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Dear X,
Glad I was able to fill a need. Now fuck you.
Guenivere
Glad I was able to fill a need. Now fuck you.
Guenivere
Handley_Page
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Dear X
Thanks for the complaint about the 'wet' post-sex side.
Remind me to get a box of Kleenex real soon.
Y
Thanks for the complaint about the 'wet' post-sex side.
Remind me to get a box of Kleenex real soon.
Y
doormouse
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Dear ***
I can't get you out of my head.
My fingers are like they are on auto pilot as they slide their way down between my thighs, everytime I think of you.
Please show me your webcam again so I can show you what my fingers really get up to.
X
I can't get you out of my head.
My fingers are like they are on auto pilot as they slide their way down between my thighs, everytime I think of you.
Please show me your webcam again so I can show you what my fingers really get up to.
X
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