Evil_Geoff
Equal Opportunity Sadist
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- Aug 23, 2005
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Dear X,
You are not invisible. I've seen you.
And you look cute in rope.
You are not invisible. I've seen you.
And you look cute in rope.

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dear camp,
what is the point of having four multi-hour/ all day staff orientations within two weeks? its a day camp. not sleepaway. not a special needs camp where everybody needs actual training. its a day camp. stop stealing time away from where i want to be for no reason. i missed my goodnight phone call for you damnit.
~ a grumpy mis~
crazy me.Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,
Every moment I live, every breath that I take, every blink of my eyelashes, I am further convinced that you are my soulmate, my male alter ego, the love of my life, the reason I was put here on this earth. The reverse of that statement is also true; I'm the rich, red, life-giving blood that flows through your veins, as lame as that metaphor is.
I'm reading The Scarlet Letter again for my 19th Century American Literature class. I know most people hate that book and Hawthorne in general, but I have always loved his work. It's just been awhile since I read that particular novel. It resonates even deeper now than it did the other times I read it.
Illegitimate child notwithstanding, of course, we share a deep secret between us. I am Hester Prynne, tall, dark, and silent about what I know. I have been scorned and spurned and publicly harangued for it, but unless you come forward, I'll carry it to my grave. And you...you're a Dimmesdale if there ever was one. I bear my suffering with as much dignity and strength as I can muster while you hide behind a facade of contentment and hypocrisy. You are cowardly and silent, while the crushing weight of what your soul bears is slowly killing you inside.
You see me damn near every day--on the Internet, true, but this is MY literary allusion, and I'll twist it as I see fit--, and the pain of the vision of the one who brought you Knowledge is almost more than you can bear. You look at me as the dark one, the one who caused your Great Fall, but I only brought to light the darkness that you've always been capable of, always held buried within your soul, and loved you for it.
And how will it end? Like it does in the book? Or will one of us break our silence and stop this infernal game? There is just as much cowardice in my silence as yours, so I'm not pointing fingers. It's just that, at this point, I really don't know what to do. I should take solace in knowing that your private anguish is much greater than mine, but that knowledge only rips me apart that much more. I want only for you to be happy, and I have stayed away all this time in hopes that you would find happiness.
We were meant to be together, wrong or not. I know it. You know it. The pain hasn't gotten any better, has it? I told you it wouldn't. One of us has to find the courage to set things right, lest we both go mad. Startling resemblances aside, we aren't fictional characters, doomed only to go where Mr. Hawthorne's pen leads us. We DO have a choice.
Love Always,
Me
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.
Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.

Dear Whom ever could possibly answer this question,
How do I get through sunday with the kids, with a smile on my face, when I have to deal head on with the fact that I no longer have a father to celebrate fathers day with.
Dear X
Please let today be a better day for me..I can't take another like yesterday when I about had a nervous breakdown..
Me

BIG hugs!
Im here for you ..
just a PM away
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Dear Vegemite or whatever name you go by, satan spread
Urrrggggggh.
You are nowhere near as tasty as marmite. Methinks the people lie
You're not as beefy as marmite and you have a horrible yeasty aftertaste and everyone knows a yeasty aftertaste isn't desirable in anything
You suck *nods*
no love whatsoever,
A newly recruited marmite embassador.
Bunny,
Sometimes.. you make my clutch my heart and want to cry for you... I hope you get your heart's deepest desire.. all of them

*hugs*
You dont have to get through it with a smile on your face. There's nothing wrong with showing your pain, that you miss your dad. I understand wanting to display a strong, happy face in front of the children, not wanting them to see, not wanting to bring them down... But hiding your feelings to protect them, only teaches that pain and sadness and mourning is something that is to be buried and to be "strong" is to keep it inside.
I've spent every Father's day since I was 12 without him. I tell people that they no longer have to tell me that they're sorry for my loss but that there are certain days where his physical absence stands out and I need to mourn a bit but that I'll be fine.
I'm here if you want to talk .. my PM box is open

I think thats what vegemite is, yeast. Or the left over yeast from a brewing.
Thank you sweetie..Day was better..Just yesterday was one of those hella days that I was glad when it was over...
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Dear You-Know-Who-You-Are,
We were meant to be together, wrong or not. I know it. You know it. The pain hasn't gotten any better, has it? I told you it wouldn't.


Same here hon....pm away whenever you like![]()



*HUGGS*Dear EG and Cat,
You aren't telling me anything I don't already know. I never claimed not to be a fool. In fact, if y'all don't mind removing it from your quotes, I think I'll just take it down. Thanks.
Bunny


