Dear X:

dear anyone who is sick (within 40feet of me irl),

I know this is so rude but would you please please stay away from me this week and next week. If you have even a hint of a cold please go away. And I'm sorry to tell you but the next one of you that leans over and coughs on me is getting your ass kicked when there was no reason to cough right over me.


Dear Universe,

Please don't let me be getting sick with that crap. I really can't handle a reschedule of that surgery.
*Hugs*
:rose:

(someone has to cover for Tarakin)
 
Dear X,

I offer you these poetic words written by Pablo Neruda because they encapsulate precisely how I feel about you:

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.


Love,
LA
 
Dear X,

Last Thursday I woke up around 3:00AM, so angry that I was trembling. Had dreamed about you.

Never got back to sleep that night.

j
 
Dear L,

I want to congratulate you, I really do, but I can't. I know you moved on a long time ago, but I haven't. I've tried everything I can think of to rid myself of these feelings I have for you. As it is, I've come to realize that I will never truly be able to. You were my first love. You weren't a crush, or a passing fancy, but my first and only true love. I spent the past five plus years inwardly hoping that you would find your way back to me somehow, that our lives would become each others one more time. I should have known better. How could you ever trust me after what happened?

I've had mixed feelings about what happened between us. In my heart, I know that our break up was not only right, but necessary. I was so young and so immature. There was so much I needed to learn, and I could not have done it if we had stayed together. I was scared, and not ready to provide what you needed from me. But it's ok because you've found someone who will. And so, I shall do what I must as you wedding approaches and step aside, but I cannot be happy for you when my heart knows that it could have been me in his position. Maybe someday I will be able to let go, but that day is not today.

It could have been me...

Chris
 
Screw those who would whip a young girl
07/08/08 By: Anonymous
and those who got a hard on reading about it--May you get you chance to enjoy the receiving end of a whip

Well, you know the name of the story is "Tortured Maidens" and it is in the BDSM section and the description mentions whipping and there is a CAUTION at the start of the story, so what did you expect?:confused: Maybe you didn't read to the end of the story, but the bad guys didn't prosper. :cool:
 
Dear X,

you're full of surprises; I like that. That is totally not the reaction I expected. I guess I really don't give you enough credit, even after all this time. I guess I just need to get used to long term happiness.

Love,
Me
 
Dear X:

Y'know, I hate lying in general -- but those little white lies that folks tell to make themselves look better/stronger/smarter but make me look badder/weaker in the process -- the ones they figure I'll never hear about -- THOSE are the ones that REALLY disappoint. Insidious little motherfuckers. They are as damaging to trust as the whoppers.

You say you want me to trust you again? Don't lie to me, then -- and don't lie ABOUT me, either.

You should know that a 10-year-old will repeat what she hears -- without filters.

~ Imp

P.S. Oh, and cut out the passive-aggressive bullshit, too. It just makes you look like a petulant child.
 
Dear X:

Y'know, I hate lying in general -- but those little white lies that folks tell to make themselves look better/stronger/smarter but make me look badder/weaker in the process -- the ones they figure I'll never hear about -- THOSE are the ones that REALLY disappoint. Insidious little motherfuckers. They are as damaging to trust as the whoppers.

You say you want me to trust you again? Don't lie to me, then -- and don't lie ABOUT me, either.

You should know that a 10-year-old will repeat what she hears -- without filters.

~ Imp

P.S. Oh, and cut out the passive-aggressive bullshit, too. It just makes you look like a petulant child.

* Hugs * :rose:
 
Dear X

I know that you think that you've earned your position, but you're barely 21. How the fuck did you get actually get to be a supervisor? You've very immature and shallow, thinking only of nonsense like fashion.
 
I wanted to take a week's break from all this bullshit, but you pulled me back in, then made out I was making a big deal over nothing.

Aside from N leaving, and I agree that she was just looking for a reason, there are some points that need adressing, but you all dodge them, calling me over-sensitive for being upset by the thread that N left over.

I've said time and time again, its the context not the content. I don't give a fig if you swear like a sailor, but when you're using phrases like "cumhungry cockeater" on a supposedly mature gaming forum, playing a game of "lets see who can use the most bad language and upset people" like little children, I have an issue with it.

I'm done. Fuck it, think what you like, I'll just keep my mouth shut and spend the rest of the week away like I was supposed to.

Oh, and C? Our situations are nothing alike. I was the sole breadwinner, who is on indefinate sick leave due to my faints, who is now in a really bad position because of the redundancy. You had, and you made no bones about it, a little job to keep you out of the house. When you were made redundant, it didn't stop you spending over a THOUSAND pounds on a laptop instead of fifty on a new set of memory. So don't tell me I'm overreacting about being laid off when I'm not even sure I can pay the fucking rent.
 
Dear Brain,

You left when I needed you most. I've really had it with your unreliability.
Pack your bags and leave, or stay...don't disappear every time I need you.


<3 Aine
 
Dear Love;

I look at you, lying on the floor, having fallen asleep watching TV. Wrapped up in blankets, looking so comfortable and at home. I want to lay down with you and fold my body around yours, protect you from the world, even as much as I want to do wonderfully kinky things with you.

I tell you daily that I love you. And I can tell sometimes you wonder why. I wish I could express it all, every bit of it, but I'm just not that eloquent. I just hope you believe the truth when you hear it.

As You Wish,
Me.

***

Dear Fate;

Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare. I finally have it and I'm not losing it.

--X
 
Dear Councillors X

You are elected by the public.

You wanted to make a decision to save money but only presented one way to do it.

9,000 people, nearly 10% of the total electorate of your district, signed petitions asking you to think again.

You received hundreds of letters and emails, none of which supported your proposed course of action. 30 people attended a series of your meetings to speak against your action - all suggested alternative ways to save money.

You ignored them all. You believed inadequate statements and outright lies from your paid officers despite the errors being exposed.

You even ignored 5 speeches from Og.

And you want to be elected again? Why should we believe that you are competent representatives of the people?

Og
 
Dear X,

Hey, thanks for trying, but that was really a lousy attempt at a blowjob.

You thought you knew everything.

You weren't paying any attention to the feedback I was giving you.

I finally had to ask you to stop because you were hurting me.


j
 
Dear X,

I love you.

I love you with all of me.

You make me so bloody happy. You have turned my life around and I never even saw ya coming.

We've known each other for over a year and a half now, and the funny thing is, I didn't even like ya in the beginning. But, you know that, and you put that down to sexual tension, which made me laugh.

You came into my life when I needed you the most and you've said the same about me. I've never believed in fate, but damn... this makes me wonder. You make me smile, you make me laugh, you make me feel fantastic about myself, you are gorgeous, sexy, full of vibrant energy, you make me as horny as hell, you make me feel so loved and wanted... you are you and you are brilliant.

It's been a tough journey to get to where we are now, we knew it would be, but bloody hell, I had no idea of quite how tough it would be. I'm sorry I got so emotional on you - I was scared. I'm also sorry I got "hard-arse bitch" on you for a while... I went into self-preservation mode, it was the only thing I knew to do to get me through it.

But, we made it.

We got through it and we're more in love now than ever. You are everything I ever wished for in a man, and the fact that the girls approve and think you're brilliant as well is the icing on the cake.

I'm gonna spend my life with you and I could not be happier.

Thank you, sexy bum, for never giving up on me.

I love you, with all my heart, body and soul.

Yours, K :heart:
 
Dear X,

I want a simple life without the terrors of too many conversations about the laundry, dishes, cat litter. I want to make love, eat, watch the sun rise and set and the moon shine on the lake, work a little, play a little, and die old and gray with you by my side.

LA
 
Dear Councillors X

As a result of your decision on Tuesday I have received two phone calls withdrawing support for the 2 million pound bid to improve our local park. Several more backers are expressing concerns.

I warned you FIVE times that your decision would be unpopular and illogical.

WTF do I do now? You've got us into this mess.

Og
 
dear lit friends,
thank you for being part of my life. thank you for the support and love when i needed it, for all the laughs, and even the tears. it's been a fun ride.

i have my reasons...none of which i want to explain. but it's time i move on.

if any of you want to reach me, get in touch with vana, chantily, feee, lezli, abs, or zade. they all know how to find me.

~caro~
 
dear lit friends,
thank you for being part of my life. thank you for the support and love when i needed it, for all the laughs, and even the tears. it's been a fun ride.

i have my reasons...none of which i want to explain. but it's time i move on.

if any of you want to reach me, get in touch with vana, chantily, feee, lezli, abs, or zade. they all know how to find me.

~caro~
Oh no! Please stay! :(
 
dear lit friends,
thank you for being part of my life. thank you for the support and love when i needed it, for all the laughs, and even the tears. it's been a fun ride.

i have my reasons...none of which i want to explain. but it's time i move on.

if any of you want to reach me, get in touch with vana, chantily, feee, lezli, abs, or zade. they all know how to find me.

~caro~

:(

:rose:
 
dear lit friends,
thank you for being part of my life. thank you for the support and love when i needed it, for all the laughs, and even the tears. it's been a fun ride.

i have my reasons...none of which i want to explain. but it's time i move on.

if any of you want to reach me, get in touch with vana, chantily, feee, lezli, abs, or zade. they all know how to find me.

~caro~
*HUGS* Take care.
 
dear lit friends,
thank you for being part of my life. thank you for the support and love when i needed it, for all the laughs, and even the tears. it's been a fun ride.

i have my reasons...none of which i want to explain. but it's time i move on.

if any of you want to reach me, get in touch with vana, chantily, feee, lezli, abs, or zade. they all know how to find me.

~caro~

Be well. :rose: And if you want to reach me, you know how to find me.
 
Dear Self,

First it was Alevels, you missed the grades the course was asking for. Lucky for you they let losers on the course.

Now you can't even get a respectable grade in your BSc, after 3 years of study, you end up with a grade that people will look at and laugh...and to save face you have to lie to your extended family and tell them you got a better grade, so that the last 3 years look like they weren't a total waste.

On top of all that you can't make peace with your parents about being able to get away for a little bit to go and see the woman you love, after over a year of being in a relationship together.

In addition, you're too fucking lazy to actually even try looking for a job, which god knows you need right now. Why the hell did you quit your old job before lining up a new one? History repeats itself, so it seems. Or are you saving employers the hassle of just rejecting you straight away, by not giving them the chance?

So what the hell is the point? What is left? You have no job, you still aren't volunteering, or even being trained to volunteer, your prospects of getting onto a MSc are considerably limited by the fact that you have a shit ass degree, and you can't even be close to the one person that makes everything ok.

As always, you fucked up.

Me.
 
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Dear Self,

First it was Alevels, you missed the grades the course was asking for. Lucky for you they let losers on the course.

Now you can't even get a respectable grade in your BSc, after 3 years of study, you end up with a grade that people will look at and laugh...and to save face you have to lie to your extended family and tell them you got a better grade, so that the last 3 years look like they weren't a total waste.

On top of all that you can't make peace with your parents about being able to get away for a little bit to go and see the woman you love, after over a year of being in a relationship together.

In addition, you're too fucking lazy to actually even try looking for a job, which god knows you need right now. Why the hell did you quit your old job before lining up a new one? History repeats itself, so it seems. Or are you saving employers the hassle of just rejecting you straight away, by not giving them the chance?

So what the hell is the point? What is left? You have no job, you still aren't volunteering, or even being trained to volunteer, your prospects of getting onto a MSc are considerably limited by the fact that you have a shit ass degree, and you can't even be close to the one person that makes everything ok.

As always, you fucked up.

Me.

Dear Grace,

I love you.

Love always,

Your beloved
 
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