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Dear trollish nuisance,

I did put you on ignore, but I see that you're still following my posts. Unlike trolls before you though, I feel no desire what-so-ever to engage you at all, as you are not even a very funny troll; just a sad one.

I sincerely hope you get the psychological help you need - and I don't mean that in a sarcastic manner at all. You seem a bit lost, and I hope you get a healthy dose of life experience and make something wonderful of yourself.

This however, will be my last time feeding you.

Best of luck,:rose:

-PM
 
Dear X,

I want you to share in it. To be glad because it's important to me and will make me happy. Thats why. I was so excited to get the call. Its a big deal to me. Scary because its finished and excited because its here. I squealed when i found out. I jumped around and laughed. I squealed down the phone to Andrew and he squealed back! I don't expect you to squeal...but being glad and a bit excited would show me heaps.

Me
 
Dear X.

Grrr Men!

Why are all the bastards true to form and just .....well...bastards.

And why are all the nice men such bastards too?

On top of that, when I find a really nice man why can't I be attracted to him.

Men...Why do I let them fuck with my head!

Love

Me

PS. Looking at recent remarks in this thread I am not alone in a Grrr Men! moment!


*hug*
 
Dear X ... Thank you for just letting me be me ... I needed that ...
 
Dear X,

Every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
I want to reach over, to feel your lips so sweet.
Although I know I cannot be there,
You will always keep me from having any fear.

The sheets are very cold;
I feel like I'm in a huge hole.
What if we never meet?
Would my life be any better yet?

I long for the day we lock eyes;
I want you to be surprised.
As much as you may imagine what I'll be,
I can only be me.

So every night, when I lay me down to sleep,
You are in my mind with me.
And right before I fall asleep,
I wish upon that star for you to be with me.
 
Dear powers that be...

Thank you for watching over my friend as he put himself in harms way over there. Thank you for reminding him that to duck did not mean to do the chicken dance. I know that each time he comes back, mentally and emotionally, a little less of what makes him who he is comes back too, but I'm just so glad he's on his way home.

Thank you..

Me
 
Dear X
that made me smile
like the cheshire cat
who got the cream
all over its whiskers
:heart:
 
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Dear - all the men who are constantly ask me what i like\need\turns me on,

Being:

little,
used,
small,
hurt,
tiny,
bought,
helpless,
sold,
powerless,
objectified,
precious,
humiliated,
protected,
seen,
controlled,
understood,
owned,
5

amy
 
My Dearest Love,

2 months shy of 3 years, trippy ain't it? it doesn't seem like it's been that long, and at the same time, it seems like it's been so much longer.

i don't know what it is, but i'm just not afraid anymore. i'm not affraid of you leaving, i'm not afraid of getting hurt, i'm not afraid of this not lasting, i'm not afraid of the things you want to do to me, it's weird. i just feel so safe, and loved, and protected. i haven't felt this secure since before my step dad died. i know you will take good care of me, so nothing seems to frighten me.

i ment what I said earlier. i don't believe it's a matter of if i move anymore, it's when. i want to be there with you, what ever it takes. if the mcd's of ireland works it out so I can come over on my own, grand, if not, i'm no longer petrified of the idea of getting married again. i guess i just really want to know that you want to marry me becuase you want to marry me, not because it's the only way to get me there.

So not only will we have your birthday to celebrate, but we'llk have our 3 year mark as well. That's so weird. *giggles* Amazing, and awesome, but totally trippy. 3 years love!

and just a couple more months, and i'll finally be there. guess then you can really decide if you can deal with me for a whole day *giggles* altho, i'm not the same girl i was when you first met me. i'm pretty independant now, and self sufficient. And fairly confident and sure in myself. That's a long cry from the needy little girl who didn't even know how to go about getting the electric turned on.

Bottom line is baby, i can see you making me happy for a very long time to come. and i hope you feel the same.

With all of my love,

yours
 
Dear X,

I know I don't have to say it a dozen times, but thank you. It was...wonderful...in many ways. :rose: Thank you for being spontaneous and thinking of it. It was just what I needed at this point. It was just what I needed to quiet some of the over analytical chatter in my head.

So again, thank you :rose:

Me
 
Dear x,

I'm feeling so stressed. My stuff is here and I am stressed.

I badly need a cuddle. To know its all alright.

I'm worrying about everything. You know what I am like,

Stressing about it all. Pretty much freaking out big time.
I didn't think I would react like this *soft smile*
But I feel really emotional and a little scared.
Questions going through my head. So many of them.

Not least if you are ever going to let me in a little
 
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Dear Powers that be (my, you are popular!),

Please let me have THAT job that I want so badly..... I'll be your best friend.

Yours faithfully, KK.:rose:
 
Dear x,

I really feel like something is on your mind. We haven't really talked the last few days. you don't really text me that much when you are not busy. I know you're in class but a text here or there is all I'm asking. We only talk for a little bit each night. I know you're tired. you don't even ask me to call you to wake you up anymore. you'd rather I just send a text. :(

Talk to me. Tell me what is going on. I've been through this numerous times before and it always helped to get whatever is on my mind out and tell you. So take your own advice and talk about it. Please.

I love you. :heart:

Love Always,
Daddy
 
Dear Boss:

Please stop asking me how you can do your job better. It is supremely irritating to be asked to help you do your job, particularly when you are paid so much.

My only advice is that of Yoda: "Do, or do not. There is no try."

Sincerely,

She Who Has Done Your Job, and Quite Well Thank You
 
Not so dear x,

I said goodbye to you years ago.

Thats right, I said goodbye to you.

So why do I still live with the aftermath? Why do I let you spoil my life now?

You abused my trust and my love so much. You hurt me even more. But I promised myself I wouldn't be bitter and I am not. I won that battle and it allowed me to move on.
So this battle....the battle to regain some trust, I will win too. You knocked my confidence and my faith in people. Its a continual fight not to let those experiences and concerns affect my present and mould my future. Sometimes I manage it and sometimes I don't. But I am fighting N and I will win.

No longer yours and much stronger,

You wouldn't even recognise me *smiles*

me
 
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