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Dear X's,
I'm done. I did try. I tried really hard but I just couldn't do it anymore.
I was sick of you trying to run my life for me.
I was sicik of you ignoring me and then all nicey nice when you come back into my life.
I'm sick of fighting and when it is fighting it is 2 against one. Always. No one ever takes my side and you're so quick to tell me everything I do wrong. Everyone is.
I never get time with you, just you. She is always a part of it. It can never be just us, if you say something nice to it has to be behind her back so she doesn't hear it. That's not fair to me. That's not fair that you have to show your attention and affection behind her back.
With all these reasons it shouldn't hurt but it does. It feels like someone punched me in the stomach.



Dear life,
your such a cunt!!! Still.
love
~me

Dear people buying our house,
Just sign the fucking contract and stop dickering around about minor details !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have a life to go on with here.

Dear X,
If this is crazy, how come the padded walls are painted so beautifully and the piped-in music is so compelling?


vented and feel better.
*sending battling faeries to encircle UMB, and fight off all dinks!*
thank you! It's like this every year for me around this time. This year it's a little worse because I got behind on several things for a couple of good reasons and one bad reason....I procrastinate. So I should learn that procrastination isn't good because when valid things make you behind, you're even more behind if you haven't kept up.![]()
I'm just really tired right now and have too many people wanting me to do things for them. They are things I like to do but I'm horrible at managing my own time.
DEEP breath....clear your head....then ...one...thing...at...a...time...then breathe again...
(I'm a procrastinator too, sweetie!)
Dear X,
The pain is long gone, but the loss is still real. I must admit that days, even weeks, have gone by during which I didn't think of you at all. Then, out of nowhere, you pop in, a memory breaks through and I realize I miss you. Not like a lost love...like a long-lost friend.
I'm sure I miss the excitement, the newness, the euphoria of a budding relationship. More than that, I miss the ease of our conversations. It was so...natural.
What is the point of writing this, which I'm sure you'll never read... I suppose it's therapeutic for me. I can't write it down at home and it's gotta go somewhere. The Dear X forum seemed a logical enough place.
Thinking of you and sending you well wishes,
Me