Dear X:

X,

After thinking it over for a few days, I've decided that I don't buy getting blown off with "you weren't supposed to see that."

I think you knew that if I saw that story posted on the internet that I would be hurt and feel betrayed. Why else would you have gone to the trouble to hide it under an alt?

J
 
Thanks love.

Dear self:

You're expecting miracles. You've been taking them for two days, it'll take more than that to get your sleep back on track.

I have more hugs saved up if you want/need them. :)

Keep it up, and don't lose faith. :rose:
 
Dearest Friend

It's okay, you pack it all away again, don't worry. I'll be right here to help you when you're ready to deal with it.


Love,

V xxx
 
What! Why would anyone want to fire you? :eek:

*pulls up blanket*

*cuddles*

I do hope you're okay. :rose:

I got sent home from work *again*. I'm just... so shattered, not sleeping properly. I've had SIX absences in four months, got dragged into a disciplinary on Tuesday. I swore I'd try harder and...

*headdesk*

This isn't good.

*snuggles under blanket and cuddles back*
 
I got sent home from work *again*. I'm just... so shattered, not sleeping properly. I've had SIX absences in four months, got dragged into a disciplinary on Tuesday. I swore I'd try harder and...

*headdesk*

This isn't good.

*snuggles under blanket and cuddles back*

:kiss:

Snuggly is good. I've got hot chocolate too, if you'd like some.

They should be understanding, damn it, not mean. Make them feel guilty as hell about the way they're treating you, if you can. It's not your fault you feel the way you do. :rose:

Ah, I really hate society sometimes. :( I'm sorry this is happening to you.
 
I got sent home from work *again*. I'm just... so shattered, not sleeping properly. I've had SIX absences in four months, got dragged into a disciplinary on Tuesday. I swore I'd try harder and...

*headdesk*

This isn't good.

*snuggles under blanket and cuddles back*

Yikes. I'm sorry you're going through such a rough time. :rose:
 
Dear X,

It's getting longer and longer between each letter. Part of me is fervently hoping that you're just really busy and part of me is hoping that you're losing interest. If it's the latter, it would make my life infinitely easier because then we could just be friends and nobody would be hurt.

You see, I've had an awful couple of days and this evening, when I finally got home, I discovered my inbox empty *again,* and I was deeply saddened by that. I needed you today. I needed your words, your caring, *you,* and realizing that scared me. My feelings for you are far stronger than they should be and I'm frightened. You've become my refuge, my escape from the whole cruel world and that is not a good thing. I worry how dependent on you I could become, and the last thing you need is to be my emotional crutch, especially when I just finished railing at someone because I can no longer be *their* emotional crutch. I'm not strong enough anymore and it would wear you down too.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. Maybe we should take a break. Maybe we should cut our losses, because lord knows we will likely never be together...I don't think you can bring yourself to leave your country any more than I can leave mine. Maybe we should see if we can just scale back. Maybe we should let things take their own course. I'm scared, I'm so very scared. You live so far away and the distance between us should be helping these feelings to go away, but they aren't, at least, not yet. Perhaps I'm just too impatient...but, well, I don't know anymore.

Love,
Me
 
Dear Person at Work who insisted on coming in each day even though she's hacking and sneezing all over the place for weeks;

My throat hurts. If I'm getting sick, I will not be happy.

Signed,

The good little witch
 
I got sent home from work *again*. I'm just... so shattered, not sleeping properly. I've had SIX absences in four months, got dragged into a disciplinary on Tuesday. I swore I'd try harder and...

*headdesk*

This isn't good.

*snuggles under blanket and cuddles back*

* Hugs * :rose: Get well soon and keep your job :rose:


Dear X,

It's getting longer and longer between each letter. Part of me is fervently hoping that you're just really busy and part of me is hoping that you're losing interest. If it's the latter, it would make my life infinitely easier because then we could just be friends and nobody would be hurt.

You see, I've had an awful couple of days and this evening, when I finally got home, I discovered my inbox empty *again,* and I was deeply saddened by that. I needed you today. I needed your words, your caring, *you,* and realizing that scared me. My feelings for you are far stronger than they should be and I'm frightened. You've become my refuge, my escape from the whole cruel world and that is not a good thing. I worry how dependent on you I could become, and the last thing you need is to be my emotional crutch, especially when I just finished railing at someone because I can no longer be *their* emotional crutch. I'm not strong enough anymore and it would wear you down too.

I don't know what I'm trying to say. Maybe we should take a break. Maybe we should cut our losses, because lord knows we will likely never be together...I don't think you can bring yourself to leave your country any more than I can leave mine. Maybe we should see if we can just scale back. Maybe we should let things take their own course. I'm scared, I'm so very scared. You live so far away and the distance between us should be helping these feelings to go away, but they aren't, at least, not yet. Perhaps I'm just too impatient...but, well, I don't know anymore.

Love,
Me

Dear World,

Go. Away. NOW!!!!!

* double hugs * and :rose: :rose:
 
I'll trade it for tea. Lots of tea.

I *am* making them feel guilty, and I have some of the managers on side, but we're outsourced, and big companies tend not to give a crap about peons now do they.

*duvethide*
 
dear x,
you know what? this is rare, but i give up. fuck it. i just can't win with you anymore. and i'm tired of hurting over you. and i'm tired of putting in so much effort and not getting anything in return. so, i give.

c
 
dear x,
you know what? this is rare, but i give up. fuck it. i just can't win with you anymore. and i'm tired of hurting over you. and i'm tired of putting in so much effort and not getting anything in return. so, i give.

c

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Dear Jelena Jankovic,

I'll pay you five trillion-gabillion-quintillion-squidillion in hard currency (hugs, duh) if you win against Serena.
Seriously. Let's do this thing.

Love,

Bluebell




Edit, after the match:
Oh fuck yeah. :D
 
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Dear Jelena Jankovic,

I'll pay you five trillion-gabillion-quintillion-squidillion in hard currency (hugs, duh) if you win against Serena.
Seriously. Let's do this thing.

Love,

Bluebell




Edit, after the match:
Oh fuck yeah. :D

Dearest Belle:

She kicks ASS *g*

--

Dear Work:

According to the stats, I did fuck all yesterday. In reality, I was trying to fix a fuckup of yours which no-one wants to deal with, a fuckup by someone's landlord which has left him 6k out of pocket, and a fuckup by Transco which they don't know how to fix.

And then my system crashed, and I couldn't even log into my phone, so I went and helped the new starters.

Give me greif over it today and you're getting my notice. I am NOT in the mood to be fucked around.

A very pissed off phone monkey
 
dear daddy

I miss you something rotten today
I miss walking to the shop and sitting while you weld
I miss you looking after me and telling me the world couldn't do without me
I miss the smell of those cigars that you used to smoke later on
I miss having you teach me how to fix the u-joint in the truck when it fell out
I miss you putting me up in the semi to get it unstuck even though I didnt know how to drive it and then telling people it took a little bitty girl to get it unstuck
I miss our camping trips
I miss going out on the snowmobiles
I miss you coming home from hunting and letting me watch you skin the deer
I miss you bringing us out to help you with the logging trucks
I miss you telling people I went to Timbuktu when I went to italy to work for the summer


Dear universe...you can fuck off today for making remember
 
dear daddy

I miss you something rotten today
I miss walking to the shop and sitting while you weld
I miss you looking after me and telling me the world couldn't do without me
I miss the smell of those cigars that you used to smoke later on
I miss having you teach me how to fix the u-joint in the truck when it fell out
I miss you putting me up in the semi to get it unstuck even though I didnt know how to drive it and then telling people it took a little bitty girl to get it unstuck
I miss our camping trips
I miss going out on the snowmobiles
I miss you coming home from hunting and letting me watch you skin the deer
I miss you bringing us out to help you with the logging trucks
I miss you telling people I went to Timbuktu when I went to italy to work for the summer


Dear universe...you can fuck off today for making remember

:rose: :heart:
 
dear daddy

I miss you something rotten today
I miss walking to the shop and sitting while you weld
I miss you looking after me and telling me the world couldn't do without me
I miss the smell of those cigars that you used to smoke later on
I miss having you teach me how to fix the u-joint in the truck when it fell out
I miss you putting me up in the semi to get it unstuck even though I didnt know how to drive it and then telling people it took a little bitty girl to get it unstuck
I miss our camping trips
I miss going out on the snowmobiles
I miss you coming home from hunting and letting me watch you skin the deer
I miss you bringing us out to help you with the logging trucks
I miss you telling people I went to Timbuktu when I went to italy to work for the summer


Dear universe...you can fuck off today for making remember


As the father of a 32 year old daughter, I hope she does me such a great honor one day.

:rose::kiss:
 
Dear people who have ads in the Toronto Craigslist room & shares section:
PLEASE FUCKING REPLY TO THE FUCKING EMAILS I'M SENDING. If the room is rented, fine. But when i see your ad again after a few days on craigslist with out hearing an reply from you, it makes me wonder if i haven't been clicking on the "Inbox" and "Spam" folders enough to check, or is it you who haven't.
Although hostel-ing is fun, i need to start finding a job... and that means a permenant address... and that means, REPLY TO MY FUCKING EMAILS.
Thanks.
CCG
PS: To the girls who have 2 different rooms for 2 different prices, please say in your ad that you're looking for a female room mate... and most importantly, put your contact info in BOTH the ads, not just one of them. Might help you a little. You're welcome.
 
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