Dear X:

[Nirvanadragones]

Dear J,

I pray constantly that they're wrong. I just hope you'll be a happy, loving baby. We'll be okay...

Mom

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Dear You,

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The appointments, the stress, the loneliness of it all. My emotions are so fucked up. I got so mad today when I was waiting for my name to be called at the clinic because I kept looking around at all these fucking couples. I hated them all in that moment. Hated them for their security, predictability, and happiness. Hated how good they all looked...serene...in love...amazed with new life. I cannot for the life of me remember where I lost all that. I wish I could be charted or evaluated somehow so someone could just tell me what it is that's so wrong with me. I can't figure it out. I suck at relationships...but I'm always at a loss for what I should be doing instead. I open my heart to people and make friends, but then they either turn around and completely betray me or they get married and it's like that friendship never existed from that point forward. What is so wrong with me? I'm only good for some set amount of time? Do I have an expiration date printed on me somewhere that I don't know about? I truly do not understand. Stupidly I just sort of thought you'd be hovering around forever, then I blink and...there she is. (We know who I mean...) I don't know what I was thinking or why I was living in my head, pretending we were something we're not. So now my false reality has totally shattered and it hurts so bad that I just don't know what to do except more pretending...only this time pretending that I'm okay, we're okay, we'll always be okay. I hate not being sure of what you're feeling, and how good you are at pretending and hiding, because then I'm never really sure what's going on. I wish things were easier and we didn't each have so much stress bearing down on us. I wish you could go with me every week. I wish I could just be happy for you and not having all this hurt floating around too...I don't know anything anymore.

Love,
Me

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear J,

I pray constantly that they're wrong. I just hope you'll be a happy, loving baby. We'll be okay...

Mom

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Dear You,

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The appointments, the stress, the loneliness of it all. My emotions are so fucked up. I got so mad today when I was waiting for my name to be called at the clinic because I kept looking around at all these fucking couples. I hated them all in that moment. Hated them for their security, predictability, and happiness. Hated how good they all looked...serene...in love...amazed with new life. I cannot for the life of me remember where I lost all that. I wish I could be charted or evaluated somehow so someone could just tell me what it is that's so wrong with me. I can't figure it out. I suck at relationships...but I'm always at a loss for what I should be doing instead. I open my heart to people and make friends, but then they either turn around and completely betray me or they get married and it's like that friendship never existed from that point forward. What is so wrong with me? I'm only good for some set amount of time? Do I have an expiration date printed on me somewhere that I don't know about? I truly do not understand. Stupidly I just sort of thought you'd be hovering around forever, then I blink and...there she is. (We know who I mean...) I don't know what I was thinking or why I was living in my head, pretending we were something we're not. So now my false reality has totally shattered and it hurts so bad that I just don't know what to do except more pretending...only this time pretending that I'm okay, we're okay, we'll always be okay. I hate not being sure of what you're feeling, and how good you are at pretending and hiding, because then I'm never really sure what's going on. I wish things were easier and we didn't each have so much stress bearing down on us. I wish you could go with me every week. I wish I could just be happy for you and not having all this hurt floating around too...I don't know anything anymore.

Love,
Me

Dear Trin

*wraps you up in a big loving hug*

PM me if you need to talk. And she'll be fine, she has cherry clothes on the way

 

[MagicaPractica]

Dear J,

I pray constantly that they're wrong. I just hope you'll be a happy, loving baby. We'll be okay...

Mom

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Dear You,

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The appointments, the stress, the loneliness of it all. My emotions are so fucked up. I got so mad today when I was waiting for my name to be called at the clinic because I kept looking around at all these fucking couples. I hated them all in that moment. Hated them for their security, predictability, and happiness. Hated how good they all looked...serene...in love...amazed with new life. I cannot for the life of me remember where I lost all that. I wish I could be charted or evaluated somehow so someone could just tell me what it is that's so wrong with me. I can't figure it out. I suck at relationships...but I'm always at a loss for what I should be doing instead. I open my heart to people and make friends, but then they either turn around and completely betray me or they get married and it's like that friendship never existed from that point forward. What is so wrong with me? I'm only good for some set amount of time? Do I have an expiration date printed on me somewhere that I don't know about? I truly do not understand. Stupidly I just sort of thought you'd be hovering around forever, then I blink and...there she is. (We know who I mean...) I don't know what I was thinking or why I was living in my head, pretending we were something we're not. So now my false reality has totally shattered and it hurts so bad that I just don't know what to do except more pretending...only this time pretending that I'm okay, we're okay, we'll always be okay. I hate not being sure of what you're feeling, and how good you are at pretending and hiding, because then I'm never really sure what's going on. I wish things were easier and we didn't each have so much stress bearing down on us. I wish you could go with me every week. I wish I could just be happy for you and not having all this hurt floating around too...I don't know anything anymore, yet I love you more than ever. How did you turn into this person that I so look up to? When did you become my hero?

Love,
Me

*hugs*

 

[Guest]

dear trini,
*hugs*
i'm here for you sweet.

caro

~~~~~~
dear x,
this really fucking sucks. i can't help u if u won't help yourself. don't choose to shut out the one person that gives a shit about you.

c

 

[Trombonus]

Dear C,

What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it that you always have to look at things that you don't have to look at? Give it a rest already! You know your heart can't take much more abuse!

Sincerely yours,
you

 

[scheherazade_79]

Dear Boss,

Try extinguishing that!

Zade

 

[Tarakin]

Dear J,

I pray constantly that they're wrong. I just hope you'll be a happy, loving baby. We'll be okay...

Mom

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Dear You,

Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The appointments, the stress, the loneliness of it all. My emotions are so fucked up. I got so mad today when I was waiting for my name to be called at the clinic because I kept looking around at all these fucking couples. I hated them all in that moment. Hated them for their security, predictability, and happiness. Hated how good they all looked...serene...in love...amazed with new life. I cannot for the life of me remember where I lost all that. I wish I could be charted or evaluated somehow so someone could just tell me what it is that's so wrong with me. I can't figure it out. I suck at relationships...but I'm always at a loss for what I should be doing instead. I open my heart to people and make friends, but then they either turn around and completely betray me or they get married and it's like that friendship never existed from that point forward. What is so wrong with me? I'm only good for some set amount of time? Do I have an expiration date printed on me somewhere that I don't know about? I truly do not understand. Stupidly I just sort of thought you'd be hovering around forever, then I blink and...there she is. (We know who I mean...) I don't know what I was thinking or why I was living in my head, pretending we were something we're not. So now my false reality has totally shattered and it hurts so bad that I just don't know what to do except more pretending...only this time pretending that I'm okay, we're okay, we'll always be okay. I hate not being sure of what you're feeling, and how good you are at pretending and hiding, because then I'm never really sure what's going on. I wish things were easier and we didn't each have so much stress bearing down on us. I wish you could go with me every week. I wish I could just be happy for you and not having all this hurt floating around too...I don't know anything anymore, yet I love you more than ever. How did you turn into this person that I so look up to? When did you become my hero?

Love,
Me

* Hugs *

 

[scheherazade_79]

Dear M,

You little bitch troll from hell! That was my idea that you're flashing around as your own! And you didn't even tell me that you used it! In fact, it's the only saving grace in the departmental report, which shows that our marketing funding for 2008-9 will be used up by the end of this month...

*sigh*

's ok. I'll take it as a compliment, albeit a back-handed one...

Zade

 

[tickledkitty]

Dear neighbor:

Your kid is driving me insane. He's been screaming every ten seconds for the past two hours. Please, please make him stop.

I'm trying really, really hard not to be a bitch about this, but can't you freaking hear that? No, I don't think he's being abused. I think he's just a brat, and you need to control him.

I listened to it last night for two hours and didn't comment. However, today, I've got work to do, and I can't take much more. Please. Please. Please.

The Bitch Next Door

 

[Shakti_Dreamer]

Dear X,

There are no words for how much I love you. Thank you for helping me discover joy again.

Shakti

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Dear neighbor:

Your kid is driving me insane. He's been screaming every ten seconds for the past two hours. Please, please make him stop.

I'm trying really, really hard not to be a bitch about this, but can't you freaking hear that? No, I don't think he's being abused. I think he's just a brat, and you need to control him.

I listened to it last night for two hours and didn't comment. However, today, I've got work to do, and I can't take much more. Please. Please. Please.

The Bitch Next Door

Go bang on the door. Seriously. Even if it's not abuse, it's annoying as hell, I know for a fact.

 

[oggbashan]

Dear Board of Charity X,

I am "employed" as an unpaid volunteer by you for a specific purpose - to advise on pricing using my recent and current experience of trading conditions. None of you have any such experience.

I could have understood if you had decided to raise the prices of donated goods after hearing my views. What I can't understand is that you didn't even ask for my opinion before making the decision to increase the prices by 25 per cent from today...

Og

I actually wrote something like this letter.

I've had an email acknowledgement from the Charity's Secretary and an interim reply from their CEO.

My letter will be considered at their next board meeting.

Watch this space.

Og

 

[Dontgiveup]

You talk too much.
Maybe that's your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn't sound the same
When no one's really listening

We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

You have too much.
You're spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It's not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.

We stumble into our lives:
Without a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

 

[fieryjen]

Dear Me,

I didn't know this was possible, and I don't care to repeat the experience exactly like this, despite the fact that it felt amazing when I wasn't scared, which I was for quite a large part of it. I want to make sense again now please, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Dear X:

I miss you.

Me.

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Me,

I didn't know this was possible, and I don't care to repeat the experience exactly like this, despite the fact that it felt amazing when I wasn't scared, which I was for quite a large part of it. I want to make sense again now please, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

I'm not sure that I've understood you, but just in case:

* Hugs *

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Dear universe,

I fucking hate you.

 

[Misty_Morning]

Dear universe,

I fucking hate you.

Everything will be OK, I promise.

 

[FatDino]

Dear Migraines,

Why did you come back? Why? Why? WHY???!!!

Okay, that hurt.

L.

 

[SeaCat]

Dear you,

You effed up this time and now it's time to pay the price. Don't expect me to do any more than stand on the sidelines and cheer.

Your co-worker from hell

 

[fieryjen]

I'm not sure that I've understood you, but just in case:

* Hugs *

Hence the part about wanting to make sense again, I knew I wasn't. It's a bit too embarrassing to explain.

Thanks very much for the hug, I appreciate it.

 

[Guest]

Hence the part about wanting to make sense again, I knew I wasn't. It's a bit too embarrassing to explain.

Thanks very much for the hug, I appreciate it.

adds *hugs*

 

[fieryjen]

adds *hugs*

Thanks sweetie.

I love the new AV.

 

[DesertPirate]

Hence the part about wanting to make sense again, I knew I wasn't. It's a bit too embarrassing to explain.

Thanks very much for the hug, I appreciate it.

*Hugs*

 

[scheherazade_79]

Dear M,

This isn't just me having a problem with figures of authority - I think you're an absolute pain in the arse, and I've got a good mind to go to the beach today and to hell with your project.

What are you doing for it, anyway? Apart from playing Queen Salotte and taking credit for everyone else's hard work....

*muttering under my breath as I walk away*

Zade