Dear X:

Dear (you know who you are):

I think I'm through.

You haven't kept any of your promises, despite knowing how much they meant to me...even though I told you more than once that things would have to change; even though I told you more than once that I wouldn't live that way.

I'm not happy here, no, but better to be unhappy and fed and clothed and warm, than to be in love and homeless and cold and hungry.

I'm sorry, it's just the way it has to be. I love you, but I just can't anymore.

Cloudy
 
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Dear V,

You seem to have a little trouble remembering who got elected vice-captain. Just to refresh your memory it was me. That means that I decide who makes the crew not you and my saturday outing plans are my own business. Please save your breath and concentrate on putting everything into your rowing.

The 8 means a lot to me, it's all I've worked on since October. If you let the rest of the crew down by being a gobby cow at the wrong time I will kill you.

Sincerly,

Elsie :rose:

xxx
 
Dear Moving Company,

Why do I have to show you on my computer in the morning where I am moving to? I gave you the address. Don't you have a computer or a map?

You're kinda making me nervous.

Please let the truck be big enough. I'm getting a bad feeling.

Sincerely,

The stressed out chick in Florida
 
Dear X:

I don't know if you're out there. But I wish you were.

You're the one that makes me feel like there's nothing else in the world but me. You're the one that always notices me, the one that pays attention to me, the one that tells me every day what a special person I am, for no other reason that it makes you feel good to do so.

Where the hell are you?

Sincerely,

"Creep"
 
Dear Dimwitted Co-workers,

Where do you get off with your accusations?

Several months ago you got greedy. You listened to our boss when she told you that the extra shifts were only temporary. You told me I wasn't being part of the team when I reused to do the extra shifts/

You saw nothing wrong with calling for me to lift or transfer your patients, I was after all the only male on the unit. You accused me of being sexist when I expected you to help me move your patients.

Yesterday you recieved the same letter I did. The one informing you that our job description had been changed so we are now required to work six shifts a week instead of five. You are quite unhappy with this, too bad.

Today you asked me what my plans are with my wife going to twelve hour shifts instead of the eights she had been working. You didn't like my answer that I would do what I had to do. You are unhappy with this and have managed to let me know about it.

You didn't listen to me when I warned you about the extra shifts you were so willing to work. You didn't want to do your jobs, expecting me to do it for you. Now you fear that I am leaving. (I am by the way.)

You are complaining about all of this to me. You are accusing me of way too many things. My answer to you? Shut the fuck up and reap what you have sown.

Cat
 
Dear Uggo,

It has come to my attention that you do not know how to operate the blinds that should be covering the sliding glass doors leading from your bedroom to your balcony. Here is a suggestion, try pulling the cord located the the right of the blinds. Why, you ask? Because, as fate would have it, my couch is angled in such a way to where when I am trying to enjoy television, I also get the displeasure of seeing you fucking your equally ugly wife. This poses a problem. I am not a fan of moving my entire living room around so as to not have to gaze into the endless fathoms of your ass. Some might ask why I don't simply close my own blinds? Well, simply put; I am not fat, naked, hairy, and fucking what might be the ugliest human being on the planet for the entire world to see. It is not my ass on display for anyone who might want to count the moles.

Sir, I am by no means trying to demean your lifestyle choices. I hope you enjoy your routine activities, and am glad you have maintained a quality sex life in your golden years. But please, close the fucking blinds before I puke.
 
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Dear X:

I do hope that you find babygrrl_702. She definitely deserves you...as do we all. Every one of us.

I'm sorry that I had you and had to let you go.

SG
 
drksideofthemoon said:
Dear Mom,

More than ten thousand days have passed since you died. I have thought of you on each and every one of them. I always felt like I got cheated. I thank you each day for what you taught me in the few years that I had with you.

After you died I found a cassette tape with a bit of your voice. Over the years I played it over and over until it finally wore out, I never wanted to forget the sound of your voice.

As the years pass, and I look at your pictures, you seem to get younger and younger, and I get older and older. I struggle to keep each memory that I have of you alive.

I would give up all of my tomorrows for just one more yesterday with you.

I love you,

Brian

Oh God, Brian, this made me cry. I feel exactly the same way as you do, and I could write almost the exact letter to my mom. I didn't have the casette tape though... :rose:
 
Dear self,

Stop procrastinating and do some fucking work! Do you want to pass 2nd year? I'm pretty sure you promised yourself that you would work hard and what was it 'kick ass in the summer exams' ? yes, i think that was it...im sure you said that. Now DO SOME FUCKING WORK! Please heed this as you are starting to drive me crazy. I know how much you WANT to work, or at least say you do, but please can you actually DO it?!

Thank you,

Lots of love,

Me.

:rolleyes:
 
Dear X:

Thanks. I had forgotten how much fun that could be. I'd forgotten what that rush felt like. And more importantly- I had forgotten that yes, i am still attractive, sexy, fun, vivacious, adventurous, etc... I'm not going to forget anytime soon- although I might fake it.

Bruises and all:

Me
 
impressive said:
Dear Mother Nature:

ENOUGH ALREADY!

*kissy kiss*

~ Imp

My Dearest Imp,
Know that I love you and I don't intend to punish you directly. In fact, I know that you are not the only person responsible for my on-going infection. You see, you all have been tap-dancing on my scalp for so long and spewing CFC's not to mention digging deep into my crust and turning me inside out.

I've tried to send small signals. I've tired to warn you all with small hints here and there, ie: hurricanes and el nino. However, you all are not listening. So, its with a heavy heart that I must turn your seasons asunder.

Let's love one another. I love you and I promise that this weather won't last too much longer.
As ever~
Mother Nature.

oh~
P.S. If you wouldn't mind, do you think you could do something about all these bombs? My head is killing me!
 
Dear D,

I didn't enjoy today. Maybe I'm in the wrong job, but I have absolutely no interest in 'Educationology'. I get bored with all the acronyms, the awkward role plays where we clap our hands and chant numbers, and the absolute bollocks of trying to turn what's an art into a science.

Furthermore, I cannot work from 8-2 without having a proper meal. The donuts at breaktime were very nice, but they were far from satisfying. I can't believe you didn't give us lunch!

As you may have already gathered, I didn't find the subject matter interesting. But because there was no prospect of a nice lunch, I lost my ability to concentrate after the first ten minutes.

What more can I say? It's fucked up my day altogether. Because I ate lunch at 2.15, it's probably going to spoil my dinner :(

This isn't good.

Please change it next time, otherwise I might end up absconding halfway through it.
 
And you call yourself family?

I am so angry right now at you. When I say things to you in confidence, that is where they are to remain. Not run right to him like a child. And then to imply things I didn't.........

From now on, you get nothing from Me. You betrayed Me one time too many. I hope all of you will someday come to realize what your deceit has done. The harm it generates is far worse than anything you have unjustly accused Me of.

Tonight should have been a simple talk. Instead, after your interference, it was uncomfortable.

Be happy you are not in My sight....I don't know if I could hide My anger.
 
Dear mum

I've been lying to you. I haven't been in Uni since Christmas because of my illness. I hardly sleep any more. I'm scared to tell you because you'll blame yourself and I can't take that. I won't be the reason your life goes down the pan again. I am so, so proud of you for telling your old boss to fuck himself and getting a job you love. Go do your Masters and prove them wrong.

But I'm going away, because I can't, I will NOT, hurt you any more.

I love you.
 
Dear Universe

Lay off Mark. I mean it. You can fuck with me all you like, but seriously, enough with the pain. He lies awake crying, thinking I don't hear it.

Knock it the fuck off.

H.
 
Dearest T:

I miss you.

I miss the smell of your hair when we first hug
I miss the tender way you touch me with your fingers
I miss holding hands with you in the car while you drive
I miss the moistness of your tears on my chest when I would comfort you
I miss you whispering in my ear as we walked down the street
I miss feeling your body press against mine when you turn to kiss me
I miss the softness of your lips as our kisses turned passionate
I miss running my hands down your body and feeling you shiver with anticipation
I miss the noises and moans you make when I go down on you
I miss the taste of your pussy
I miss the feeling of your tongue lapping at my cock
I miss the look in your eyes when I first enter you
I miss you telling me that your pussy is mine
I miss the wild abandon with which you moved as I thrust into you
I miss hearing you urge me to come inside of you
I miss watching your body tense and release as you cum on my cock
I miss hearing the thoughts that you had never shared with anyone else

I miss feeling your soul embrace mine.




Yours, always.

SG
 
Dear Mr. Sun,

There are a large number of people that need your services, why don't you leave us alone and give them some love? Let Mr. Rain come around once in a while, and would it kill you to let Mr. Snow visit once in a while? Quit hogging California for yourself.

Trom
 
Dear BFG,

When you're passing through Wales tonight, could you blow a really nice dream through my bedroom window? I've had a couple of trogglehumpers in the last few weeks, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a golden fizzwizard - preferably one involving some blonde policewomen, a large M&S banquet and Fem.

Thank you :rose:

Zade
xxx
 
Dear SM,

I thought I was doing so well getting you out of my mind and my heart, and then today, like a ton of bricks, thoughts of you came crashing around me. The rain didn't help either, since it always reminds me of you. Sometimes I wish for a dose of amnesia so I could just forget you permanently. Stop invading my thoughts. Please.

J
 
Dear Muse,

You know that I'm mostly Dom, so I don't like be at your beck and call, but I put up with it, because you are the only female with whom I regularly cooperate who really IS a Goddess....but can you just come back to me...I've been a very good fellow, haven't I.....I've been far more sub to you than I would to any mortal woman....just cut me slack, okay....please....and come back to me, before I have to do something that I would only do for a Deity like you....grovel....I hate groveling, you know that...I'm proud and stubborn, but I'll do it if I must....please...return?

Sincerely,
Sev
 
Dear Yev,

You can't just post an apology in the Isolated Blurts Thread about something mean and nasty that you said to Sarah and Lisa. You owe both of them an individual apology, probably on the same thread that you used to attack them, even though you didn't mean it as an attack...it still came out that way, and you know it, or else you wouldn't have tried to apologize there...but you went to the wrong place for it...you said something very hurtful to them...and should give them their apology in the right setting...

Oh, and in the future, don't post polls in the GB about your failed marriage....it makes you look very needy, which is an odd thing for an avowed anarchist.

Sincerely,
Sev

P.S. How are you reconciling that pro-life business with the anarchy thing, anyway?

P.P.S. I still like your stories, for what that's worth...you're not evil...just a little bit of an attention whore, no offense...and must you always make a point of being Lebanese?
 
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