Dear X:

Dear Epmd/LaRocha/whatever other hundreds of alts you have:

I found your comment on my poem absolutely hilarious, especially considering that that particular poem has been published in an anthology.

I was completely correct about your lack of moral character. You couldn't wait to trash anything I'd written. Well, trash away to your hearts content.

One of these days it will finally make it through that thick skull of yours that I really don't give a rats ass about any of your opinions about anything, especially about my writing. I can write better than you any time, even half asleep.

I already knew you were a weasel. Now you've proved it to everyone else.

Such a child, and so consistent with your petulance. Perhaps one day you'll grow up, but I highly doubt it.

Children really shouldn't be allowed on Lit. Perhaps your mother needs to be told where you're spending your time.

Until then...trash away, because I honest don't give a fuck what you think. :D

Cloudy
 
Dear X,

This life is very hard without your smile. Its often difficult to come here but I do because I promised.
So much has happened and I am almost your age now.

There is still the space in my life for you, I won't fill it up with trees. Its protected by a wall of bamboo and if it gets too wet I will stock it with fish.

Please get well as soon as you can, I miss you horribly.

:rose::kiss::heart::kiss::rose:
 
Dear X,

After nearly 40 years, I can't find it in my heart to forgive you. If I ever encounter you again, I'll only be able to scream in an inarticulate rage as long as I can see you.

j
 
Dear X,

HOW could you do this? It's easy to figure out why you'd pull shit with her; you never, ever, EVER grew up. You're still the same guy I knew when I first met you. So, in the final analysis, I'm not really surprised that you did this to her. But why the FUCK would you try to lie your way out of it by bringing me into it? What the FUCK made you even THINK of using MY name? I don't get it, I really don't, and quite frankly, I'm incredibly hurt. Now I understand why she didn't want to tell me what was happening. She didn't want you to blame her for the destruction of our friendship. Well, guess what? She didn't. YOU did that all on your own.

*bitter laugh* You truly are a lying, cheating sonofabitch, and I was blinded by your facade just like she was. Sadly, she married you, and now she has to deal with incredible pain and heartbreak. At least I ONLY have to deal with the loss of a friendship.

Your ex-friend,
Me
 
dear x,

Today has been total shit. I'm tired of being sick. What I want is to call you on the phone and have a nice long chat. That's not possible though. Some days I miss you but I can deal with it.... today is not one of those days. Today I should not be around other people as it will just distress them and me and there is no reason to upset more people. *sighs* When I am sick and in pain it is the hardest to handle and I get homesick as well. I can't even go back to the states right now for a visit. The whole surgery went tits up from the moment I checked in. I mean it went okay itself but nothing else has fucking gone right. Anyway this is me missing you and wishing I could sit with you just one day for a few minutes. Wishing doesnt change what is though and to realise that not long and it will have been a year.

xx
 
Dear Bubby,

Why do you keep squeaking at me? I wish you'd learn to speak English...or teach me to speak kitten. I scratch you and I pet you and you purr and purr and purr...and squeak and squeak and squeak. What do you want?

Love,
Your person
 
dear x,

Today has been total shit. I'm tired of being sick. What I want is to call you on the phone and have a nice long chat. That's not possible though. Some days I miss you but I can deal with it.... today is not one of those days. Today I should not be around other people as it will just distress them and me and there is no reason to upset more people. *sighs* When I am sick and in pain it is the hardest to handle and I get homesick as well. I can't even go back to the states right now for a visit. The whole surgery went tits up from the moment I checked in. I mean it went okay itself but nothing else has fucking gone right. Anyway this is me missing you and wishing I could sit with you just one day for a few minutes. Wishing doesnt change what is though and to realise that not long and it will have been a year.

xx


<big hug>
 
Dear X,

You are pathetic and have disappointed me probably more than anyone ever has before.

Guenivere

P.S. Bite me.
 
Dear X (AKA idiot poster on this website)

Go fuck yourself and the high horse you rode in on. Your opinions are as worthless as you are. (sorry but you just make me sick).

Guenivere
 
Ooh 3 in a row...been a bad week. ;)

Dear X,

Let me see here...you allow your 17 year old daughter to go on a drunken road trip for the weekend with a group of unruly teenagers (both boys and girls) where they drink underage and do whatever... then they POST the pictures on an open forum (that most of the family shares) of themselves drinking, groping, and humping one another (including many pictures of YOUR daughter with her skirt up around her ass while she is straddling a dude with a beer in her hand) and then you have the audacity to get PISSED off when GOD FORBID someone shares their opinion about it (privately). If you don't want people to be upset or form an opinion then teach your child about discretion. It aint rocket science, you stupid COW!

Yes teenagers will do crazy and stupid things...that is expected. You aren't doing her any favours by teaching her that it is ok to act like a whore in public and then be upset when people actually form opinions. That is the way the world works. She needs to know that. She needs a parent not a best friend. I feel sorry for your daughter. Life lessons are sometimes painful and if you don't teach her how to cope...but instead to play the blame game...she will never grow as a person.

GROW UP. You act so fucking HIGH SCHOOL. Is this a case of a child raising a child? Did you never actually evolve? Grown ups actually communicate when they have a problem with one another. They don't act the way you do. You silly bitch.

GRRRRRRRRRR....
 
Dear Bubby,

Why do you keep squeaking at me? I wish you'd learn to speak English...or teach me to speak kitten. I scratch you and I pet you and you purr and purr and purr...and squeak and squeak and squeak. What do you want?

Love,
Your person

One word: Tuna.
 
Dear English Department of my university:

You know what'd be nice? Being able to write a paper of my choosing, instead of these bullshit assigned topics that you people love so much. The stories and poems you choose suck balls, and I'm tired of analyzing shit I don't care about for 50 layers of hidden meaning and symbolism that the author didn't even intend. The fact that I got an A+ on my last essay which I put approximately zero effort into and wrote on autopilot proves what a fucking word factory this is. Creativity seems to be your mortal nemesis. It's very tempting right now to just write this paper on 120 Days of Sodom.

Bleh.
 
Dear X,

I canNOT believe your behavior yesterday and today and if it were within my power, I'd have formally reprimanded you for it. As it is I'm considering recommending to the store that he call our manager and lodge a formal complaint against you. You DO NOT walk into the stores and start screaming at anybody for any reason at all.

Now, you have something to say to me, you say it in private. But if you want me to listen you have to do a few things. First, you have to address the issue calmly. All that yelling you insisted on doing just makes people defensive, and they'll yell back. Particularly when they don't know what they're being yelled at for. Second, you have to refer to the situation as it happened, not as how you wish it had happened so you can make everyone who pisses you off look bad. And third, you have to grow up and not call all of our co-workers to tell them what a horrible thing it was that I did.

But the biggest thing? All of this is over delivering a stupid sticker! You weren't on some huge special assignment that I kicked you out of. It wasn't like I called our manager and told him to pull you out of something because it really should have been my job. It was NOTHING like people would think with the way you're behaving. You put the sticker down on the desk, said a few things to the other guys, and walked out. I thought you were going to forget it, so I picked it up and took it myself. I did NOT yank it out of your hand like you told everybody else, like you screamed at me when we got to where we were going. You weren't anywhere near it when I picked it up.

You think that saying, "Oh, woe is me, everybody's so awful to me, just look at the way I'm treated" to anybody who'll listen will get you...I don't know. Respect? All it does it make you look like a whiny, childish crybaby. Especially to those who were there and know that things didn't happen the way you say they did. And you think that getting even, showing "us horrible people" how it feels will get us to stop for a moment and think, "Oh wow. I should really watch it." All that does is make people look at you and think, "Was that really necessary? Is there SOME reason you couldn't just let it go? Grow up already." And that's what I'm likely to say to you the next time you do this to someone. Anyone. Grow up already.

And your dishonesty when relating these so-called "awful things?" You've just called into question every story you've ever told me. Now, I'm not sure I believe that all those things happened the way you said they did. I don't believe anybody's picking on you just to pick on you. I think there's a lot you never told me, or any of us, namely, the part you played in each of these situations. You want us to think that you're always the victim. I doubt you are.

And once again, all of this over a STICKER!!! Yesterday it was screaming, today it was the silent treatment. Don't you have bigger, more important things to get upset over? G'head. Keep giving me the silent treatment. It won't bother me one bit. Or anybody else who's "not on your side." That's one more thing; I would NEVER try to make any of our co-workers choose sides over an interpersonal conflict. That's another thing that makes you look childish.

Seriously man, grow up. And if you can't, get some help and learn how. :rolleyes:

Sincerely,
Me
 
Dear X,

What have you been waiting for again? Excuses…excuses…excuses. You’ve raised them well enough; they’re independent, intelligent, tolerant, compassionate, reasonable young adults. Quit hiding behind your kids!

Every time you pull that “bi” card, you lie, tarnishing the very virtues you claim to live by. The next time someone asks, just tell them the truth. “I’m lesbian, gay, pulling for the home team.” Isn’t it worth being true to yourself?

Yes, there is likely to be some demonstrated prejudice, by a few unscrupulous morons; more prominent in a rural setting. But it can be no more isolating than you’ve allowed yourself since the girls have found their own way. And it won’t make a difference to most who know you and yours. The town is filled with good people. So quit hiding and avoiding community events.

The equal blessings and benefits for gay unions may still be out of reach. This hurts, I know. But you have already long cheated yourself out of the “pursuit of happiness” with a history of pretending and trying to conform to the expectations of others. Who the hell are you living your life for anyway?!

That oppositional drag has interfered with my progress long enough. Now, if I can just get this darn, impelling, do-gooder voice out of my head, I shall loll into some liberated sobbing.
 
Dear family member:

If you wanted to know what life was like with me in it - shouldn't you have said something 15 years ago?
 
Dear Greg,

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

Twelve years later and I finally think of what I should have said that night that you screwed everything up.
 
Dear Epmd/LaRocha/whatever other hundreds of alts you have:

I found your comment on my poem absolutely hilarious, especially considering that that particular poem has been published in an anthology.

I was completely correct about your lack of moral character. You couldn't wait to trash anything I'd written. Well, trash away to your hearts content.

One of these days it will finally make it through that thick skull of yours that I really don't give a rats ass about any of your opinions about anything, especially about my writing. I can write better than you any time, even half asleep.

I already knew you were a weasel. Now you've proved it to everyone else.

Such a child, and so consistent with your petulance. Perhaps one day you'll grow up, but I highly doubt it.

Children really shouldn't be allowed on Lit. Perhaps your mother needs to be told where you're spending your time.

Until then...trash away, because I honest don't give a fuck what you think. :D

Cloudy

Dear Cunt,

Here is the criticism I left on your poem.

"the ellipses

really wreck the poem. Other than that there's not much that makes the poem feel uniquely personal to the reader. Anyone could have written this, there's nothing that defines whatever Cloudy is as a poet or person."

Here is the poem:
http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=468857

My criticism isn't trashing your poem, it's incredibly solid criticism considering your poem wouldn't be published as is in any non-vanity anthology. It seems you very much care what I think. My poems are excellent, any criticism from me should be regarded as a gift. If I'm trash, at least I'm young. You're trash AND you're fucking old.

Love,
Larocha, EPMD607
 
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dear x,

ummm yeah piss off... oh wait no... fall over and hit your fucking head so you have a reason to be stupid

x

Chant
 
Dear X,

Damn, woman, you look 10 years older in those photos. I guess the alcoholism and smoking are catching up with you.

j
 
Dear Doctor,

I know that I've been a little pushy with you at times, and I'm sorry that I seem to be overly concerned. But it's my fucking daughter we're talking about you ass.

Jesus man, you're lucky that there isn't another GP closeby, because I'm getting sick and tired of your patronizing attitude towards my kids. Yes, it's rainy. Yes, it's hayfever season. But do you think I'm stupid enough to let my kids play outside in the rain? It's not a fucking cold we're talking about you prick.

If this turns out to be something worse then the 'common cold' you mockingly said, I'm pulling your ass to court.

Love,
Niri
 
You insensitive Mother fucker...you are such a DICK!

I would hate to be you in the next 5 years...your choices will prove to be suffrocating...you'll see.
 
Dear X,

It's really fucking stupid yearning for you because truth be told, if we lived in the same country I'd probably have bored you silly by now, and I'd be ticking all the honeymoon-is-over boxes like, how the hell did I ever think we were so perfectly compatible, and fuck you're a disappointment, and god you're ugly when you're mean. The problem is, we never got to that stage... I had to leave, you had to leave... I haven't cried that hard, that intensely in years. And now this kinky email thing. You're like a beautiful muse who has killed my writing. The only characters I dream of now are you and me...

And I go to sleep every night wishing you were inside me. You've opened up my heart and I hate, hate, hate it. The same way I hate being needy when I wasn't before I met you. Why did you have to be the most interesting, most gorgeous creature I've come across in years, only to live half a world away?

You kill me,
x
 
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