Dear X:

My love,

Do you know why I like it that you post here? It's something we can share. It's someplace where we can be silly and be serious with others in a way that's almost impossible in the real world. It's fun. I like you here. I love sharing all this with you.

Love always,
Me

:heart::rose:
 
Dearest Love,

I never thought it was possible, when we first fell in love. I love you more today than I did back then.

I believe in truth. The truth of our love, the truth of us, no matter how far apart we are.

If you must go back, I support you. I wish I was going with you, but I know that at this time it is not possible. We have survived the distance in the past, and I know we will succeed in the future...

Always remember, I'm Already There, Not a Day Goes By, and I love you, always and forever....Faithfully.

love,
me
 
Dear X (or ex),

Thank you for your positivity tonight. I can honestly see the changes in you. It won't change the fact that you'll always remain my ex, but what you did and what you said tonight means more to me than you'll ever know. For the first time since I met you, you are putting others' feelings and needs first. Thank you.

:rose:
 
Dear X,

Shut the fuck up you stupid whore. If we wanted to join in on your pseudo-intellectual bullshit topic we could very easily find it on our own. Stop spamming every other fucking topic with your bullshit begging us to stop by your troll topic. In the old days trolls found their prey on their own. They didn't go begging in the streets for people to stop by and be trolled.

Sincerely, and get the fuck off my front porch,

TheeGoatPig.
 
Dear nibbie,

Well, I thought we were friends. Believe me. I understand how happy you are in your new life, but come on. It's obvious you don't really want to talk to me anymore, other than sending me mostly stupid emails. You don't listen to the show, even though I TOLD you how to listen after the show was over. I'm happy that you're 'married' and I'm glad you're happy, but if that's the way you want it, at least let me know.

E23.

---

Dear assclown,

Well, I'm sorry you think I should give a shit what you think. I'm still kinda waiting for an apology from Election Night. So, until I get that apology, you shut your fucking pie hole.

E23.
 
Dear K,

I know you were right. I get it, and I apologized. Do you understand you wounded me in turn? That each time it comes up, you stab me again? Do you understand I need to heal?


With love,

x
 
Dear X,

Shut the fuck up you stupid whore. If we wanted to join in on your pseudo-intellectual bullshit topic we could very easily find it on our own. Stop spamming every other fucking topic with your bullshit begging us to stop by your troll topic. In the old days trolls found their prey on their own. They didn't go begging in the streets for people to stop by and be trolled.

Sincerely, and get the fuck off my front porch,

TheeGoatPig.

*Snerk* I love the "and get the fuck off my front porch" part! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
 
Dear X,

Shut the fuck up you stupid whore. If we wanted to join in on your pseudo-intellectual bullshit topic we could very easily find it on our own. Stop spamming every other fucking topic with your bullshit begging us to stop by your troll topic. In the old days trolls found their prey on their own. They didn't go begging in the streets for people to stop by and be trolled.

Sincerely, and get the fuck off my front porch,

TheeGoatPig.

Thank you. Before reading this post, I was majorly annoyed. But now I am amused. :D

ps. That av looks so wrong on you. This is not a complaint, merely an observation. :rose:
 
*Snerk* I love the "and get the fuck off my front porch" part! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Thank you. Before reading this post, I was majorly annoyed. But now I am amused. :D

ps. That av looks so wrong on you. This is not a complaint, merely an observation. :rose:

Glad I could entertain (I am an attention whore after all ;) ).

And I am still distracted by my own av. I don't think I will ever get used to is (especially since it is coming down for my regular one later this week).
 
Dear X,

Shut the fuck up you stupid whore. If we wanted to join in on your pseudo-intellectual bullshit topic we could very easily find it on our own. Stop spamming every other fucking topic with your bullshit begging us to stop by your troll topic. In the old days trolls found their prey on their own. They didn't go begging in the streets for people to stop by and be trolled.

Sincerely, and get the fuck off my front porch,

TheeGoatPig.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! Well said, thanks Thee. I needed that. :D
 
Dear X,

If you ever have another sober day, take a careful look at the wreckage surrounding you.

How did it get there?

j
 
Dear x's,

fuck you all. dont you think I'm going through hell as well?
I'm hurting too you bastards. Not one of you asked me how I am through all of this. Fuck you.

Sam.
 
Dear P,

You're my best friend, the person whose voice i need to hear when i need comforting, the person who i turn to when i'm distressed, the person i share all my joy with, and mostly the first person i tell about good news. You're my life partner, the one i want to wake up next to every day, the one i want to cuddle up to on the sofa, the one i want to have a home, and a family with. You're the love of my life, the thought of whom i wake to, the dreams of whom i sleep to, you're the reason for my random smiles during the day when i think of you, the reason i am trying so hard to do so well. You're everything to me.

I love you.

Me.
 
Awwwwwwwww. :heart:

Dear P,

You're my best friend, the person whose voice i need to hear when i need comforting, the person who i turn to when i'm distressed, the person i share all my joy with, and mostly the first person i tell about good news. You're my life partner, the one i want to wake up next to every day, the one i want to cuddle up to on the sofa, the one i want to have a home, and a family with. You're the love of my life, the thought of whom i wake to, the dreams of whom i sleep to, you're the reason for my random smiles during the day when i think of you, the reason i am trying so hard to do so well. You're everything to me.

I love you.

Me.
 
Dear P,

You're my best friend, the person whose voice i need to hear when i need comforting, the person who i turn to when i'm distressed, the person i share all my joy with, and mostly the first person i tell about good news. You're my life partner, the one i want to wake up next to every day, the one i want to cuddle up to on the sofa, the one i want to have a home, and a family with. You're the love of my life, the thought of whom i wake to, the dreams of whom i sleep to, you're the reason for my random smiles during the day when i think of you, the reason i am trying so hard to do so well. You're everything to me.

I love you.

Me.

Until we're able to be together permanently, I am merely occupying space.

With you, my live will begin.

I love you too.:heart:
 
Dear L,

For a few minutes, you made me feel like I might actually mean something to someone. You said you'd keep me. You said you'd never want anyone else to touch you but me. Then you just abruptly took that away. And now, even though it may not be true, even though I know it may not be true, I can't feel like I deserve anyone anymore. Because you've made me feel disposable. Well, a piece of garbage would not feel worthy of anyone, would it? And it's so sad. It's so sad how I still miss you and still defend you. It's sad how I can't hate you for what you did to me. It's sad how I'm still secretly doing things for you. And it's so very sad how I would take you back, no hesitation, no question asked, if you ever want to come back. I guess this is how a piece of garbage must feel like. Its self-esteem is so low it cannot say no to anyone, even if that someone has once shattered its heart.

I truly was in love with you. I still am. And I was not making an "emotional investment."

For this, I hate myself.

L.
 
Dear Economy;

I had to write a big check for federal taxes this morning and now I have to buy a new dryer, too. Don't you feel stimulated enough?

Signed,

The good little witch
 
Dear L,

For a few minutes, you made me feel like I might actually mean something to someone. You said you'd keep me. You said you'd never want anyone else to touch you but me. Then you just abruptly took that away. And now, even though it may not be true, even though I know it may not be true, I can't feel like I deserve anyone anymore. Because you've made me feel disposable. Well, a piece of garbage would not feel worthy of anyone, would it? And it's so sad. It's so sad how I still miss you and still defend you. It's sad how I can't hate you for what you did to me. It's sad how I'm still secretly doing things for you. And it's so very sad how I would take you back, no hesitation, no question asked, if you ever want to come back. I guess this is how a piece of garbage must feel like. Its self-esteem is so low it cannot say no to anyone, even if that someone has once shattered its heart.

I truly was in love with you. I still am. And I was not making an "emotional investment."

For this, I hate myself.

L.
Oh, sweet thing. To give oneself requires courage. It has nothing to do with being disposable or not worthy. You have that courage to make yourself vulnerable for people that matter to you. And that is where you shine. Brilliantly. That's where your worth is so much more than others. It's a pity that particular someone didn't see it or value it enough. Her loss. That's what I think and know, and we know that I'm always right.

The senator. ;) :heart:
 
Dear Money Fairy:

Please send me a bazillion and a half dollars in unmarked bills so I do not have to work. I promise I will only use what I need, and give the rest to others willingly. If you could do this ASAP it would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you,
Floral Nymph (your long-lost cousin)

P.S. Is tomorrow too soon, 'cause I could try to wait for Friday...
 
Dear X...
Get the f*** out of my nightmares! I have lost enough sleep to you to last a life time. I'm starting my life over and it's time you find your way to somewhere else other than my doggone nightmares.....

Me
 
Dear teenagers who thought it was a good idea to cross main street on a rainy night when my light was green and yours clearly indicated that crossing the street was not a good idea at this point,

please be extremely thankful that my reflexes were excellent and my brakes and tires are in good working order. If you ever do this again I will hunt you each down individually, put you over my knee and beat your ass.

Please note that the fact that the contents of my purse were spilled all over the floor of my car after the spectacular evade-and-stop I was forced to pull off did not serve to increase the enjoyment of my night.

Call me old-fashioned, but I think you should be home at this hour anyway.

Signed,

The lady in the dark red car
 
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