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Dear X's ex-family,

Now that T's dead, you've acted in such a classy way. Ripping up the flowers he planted around her grave, duct taping over her last name and shaprie-ing in her maiden name.

You give -good- Christians like us a bad rep. I pity the hate you feel for that man. He was good to her.
 
Dear darling x,

This was what I was writing when you arrived!

Thankyou for the past few days and spending time with me. I have loved it so much. Thankyou for your patience and for hearing me and understanding what I was trying to tell you.
Thankyou for taking on board the bits about longevity and understanding the needs I have as well. It warms me through to know you will do your best to take them into account and that you will plan what you can.
Thankyou for showing your love for me and helping make me feel secure in us. I know how difficult that can be

You mean so much to me.

always,

me xx

Ps. You are _hot_

pps. I still can't see through that eye
 
Probably better off in the poetry corner but here it is! Self pity is such a horrible thing!

That's the way it is

how did things get this bad?
chasing dreams that i've never had
waking nightmares stalk my sleep
drowning, drowning into the deep

take my memories to the recycling bin
repaying with failure for every sin
each day the same shit, so mundane
wishing for anything,even pain

stop this bus I'm getting off,don't mind where
to tell you the truth i no longer care
the destination is irrelivant my friend
as long as this futile journey comes to an end

filled my mind full of shit
my soul an open cess pit
you reap what you sow
and so now off to hell i go!
 
Dear X's ex-family,

Now that T's dead, you've acted in such a classy way. Ripping up the flowers he planted around her grave, duct taping over her last name and shaprie-ing in her maiden name.

You give -good- Christians like us a bad rep. I pity the hate you feel for that man. He was good to her.

*gasp*

That's terrible!!
 
Dear X,

No, you need to fill it out completely and your time has been up since the 14.

Signed

Aggravated
 
Dear X,

Fuck you for thinking that when I said I'm not looking for a boyfriend, you kept pursuing me anyway. I told you no on more than one occasion and you disrespected me so much as to think I would be desperate enough to be interested in your sorry arse.
:mad:
Fuck you for misappropriating my personal information and invading my privacy.
:mad:
Fuck you for Hitting me on the arse at work and calling me baby. There are only two people allowed to do that and they've done shits more worthy than you.
:mad:
I don't care if everybody else thinks you're funny, I know what you're really like, and I won't hesitate to smash your head through a wall if you so much as look at me funny ever again.

Lot's of Loathe,:cool: kk
 
Dear X,

The night is lonely and quiet... I can no longer dial Your number to hear Your voice...to hear Your breath... to hear You say 'skin to skin' and the million other things that caused goosebumps and electricity and lightning... the words, the thoughts, the feelings, the desires... Sadly absent... I'm alone. What am I to do with the ropes? The red ropes. The real deal... They no longer feel like You. The connection is broken. Lost. Gone. Me, too...

me
 
Dear X,

The night is lonely and quiet... I can no longer dial Your number to hear Your voice...to hear Your breath... to hear You say 'skin to skin' and the million other things that caused goosebumps and electricity and lightning... the words, the thoughts, the feelings, the desires... Sadly absent... I'm alone. What am I to do with the ropes? The red ropes. The real deal... They no longer feel like You. The connection is broken. Lost. Gone. Me, too...

me
I so know how you feel S. ......... sigh

*HUGS YOU TIGHT* :heart:

:rose::rose::rose:
 
Dear X,

This is getting harder and harder to do. It is really starting to piss me off.


Dear XX,

Your voice mail really put a smile on my face today, and the giggling made me laugh out loud while I was shopping.


Dear XXX,

Get over yourself. It doesn’t affect me at all.



Me
 
Dear X...

Listen to that Mellencamp song recently? What about the Tim McGraw one?

Just wonderin'

nikki




P.S. i still love you...to the moon and back...:rose:
 
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Dear X~

I can feel all of this hatred, all of this hurt bubbling to the surface and i don't want it to. I spend so much time, pretending I am fine, I am good, I can do this, I am strong...and i am NOT. I don't want to be. I am sick to fucking death of pretending that my heart isn't breaking, that i don't know all of the little shit you don't say, all the little shit you would feel better about me not knowing. Well guess what, I know it..even if you don't say it and it's not fair that I am still here, caught, watching my words, watching my thoughts, watching my actions. I have feelings too. I may not shout them from the roof tops or scream out in rage...hell I might not ever mention it out loud...but those feelings are there...TRAPPED, like they have been for years. What the hell am I supposed to do? Who the fuck do i have to kill to get some peace? Better question: Would it make you feel better if I just weren't here? All these petty ass arguments...over shit that has nothing to do with the real issue at hand...that issue is love. How can I fix this? Can I even try to...and even better, why should I be the only one trying to figure out what the hell I am supposed to be doing??? I need input and you won't give me that...I am supposed to be fine..you think i am fine, hell i think I am fine...but I am not. You are NOT the only person fucked up by the way life took us...why can't you see that?

Dear Y~

What is it that I am protecting myself from? Why did I ever start this shit when I know damned well I can't finish it? Why does my heart squeeze up and die a little more each day? When will you see that I am not a play toy, a fuck buddy or just that chick that gives you awesome nuts...and why, for the love of any Spiritual helper I may have...why can't I stop myself from wanting you, wanting to be with you, wanting to breathe you in and feel you beneath my hands, beneath my mouth...What the fuck am I doing?? I would like to put my head through a wall. I would like to put your head through a wall...but mostly I would like for us to be on the same wave length for once...just once. Is that so fucking hard?
 
Dear X,

Some days I think back to what it was like then. How different things were and what was lost in the end. Looking back it almost seems like a dream.

Dear XX,

Yeah same goes for you too.

*talking to myself*
I miss them both.
 
Dear X,

Just to let you know the appropriate way to apologise for doing something very unsuccessful and threatening to a woman is not to say "I was only kidding".

I know you weren't.

Today, I've spoken to more women you've wronged.

"He doesn't realise that some people find it offensive", doesn't fly with me. The only reason you say that is because it's worked for you in the past and has let you get away with it..... up until now.

Well no more. I won't let you nonconsensually victimise, degrade, harass or abuse another woman whilst you're anywhere in my sights. :mad:

I'm onto you buddy. Put your head between your legs and kiss your arse goodbye.

I didn't tell you anything about my personal life for a reason. I may be Sir's pet, but I'm still switch. Time to put the almighty Vexacious into action and give you a taste of what an angry Dom sadist bitch can do. :cool:

Save yourself the pain and leave now cunt...... You've been warned.
 
Dear me,

I am not sure.....have I made a wrong choice? Did I make a mistake?

*sighs* I don't know...... :(

Love, the other me
 
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