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Dear X

I'm sorry this was the road you chose, i'm sorry that you left me here alone to wallow in my pathetic self-pity, i'm sorry that i was never enough, i'm sorry that it was my fault, i'm sorry for who i am.

Love,
matt
 
Dear X,
i found a journal entry i wrote about You over 10 years ago. i am posting it in an act of defiance... to tell You how far i have come...

the first time i met You
i fell in love
You caressed my body with a wave of fire
You started slow, and i followed Your call
You told me i was worthy
You told me that You cared
You were my answer, and before i knew it,
You were my all.
as You grew stronger,
i began to die.
i loved You so much that i did everything for You.
You murdered my friends,
and i laughed because You were mine.
You told me it was okay not to feel.
it was okay as long as i had You.
then i saw a stranger in the reflection of a mirror.
her eyes were red
her skin was pale
her hair was gone
blood trickled down her nose as she asked for more.
and then You said You loved me.


X - i had forgotten about You until i found my journal - and now i am closing it up. putting You to rest again.
 
Dear Daddy,

More than anything, i wish You were here. Sharing experiences with me and making memories. But i know Our time will come. :) i love You so much.

Love,
little bit
 
Dear X,

I've sat around for ages watching her give you special nods because you hold a title of "mother"..no matter what you did or said. If you were my mom, I'd have told you to fuck off a long time ago.

Today. That was her greatness. Her silent "fuck you" didn't go right over your head this time, did it, when she told you she took the job in Florida..lmao..thought not. I didn't even know, hadn't been expecting it. Priceless.

A mother. You've never been one. As for your comments, where were you on the night she got sick? How long did it take you to get to the hospital when you live 20 minutes away? Sara and I were waiting for her. We're not even family. And her dad, well, he was on a plane, halfway here, before you arrived. Oh, but I keep forgetting..you attached yourself to someone semi-important..fuck if that doesn't make all the difference.

I know you couldn't stand that her first interaction was with her father. I mean, hey, it wasn't important she wake up or anything. And even worse, god-fucking-forbid, she wake up with the wrong person in the room! She's been awake a little more than one full day. How many times are you going to make her aware of her setback. An uncontrolled setback, no less. Give me a big M for mom, please. You need her to cling to you, it makes you feel superior. Keep waiting, tho. It's never going to happen. You see, her purpose, her crawling around in pain, dressing herself, asking to be taken downstairs to be stretched..that's not your superior pep talk, that's not love, that's not I need you, Mommie Dearest. It's hate and spite. Maybe you should learn to distinguish between the two.

In complete bitterness,
Kate :rose:
 
Dear X,

Lose weight. I'm disgusted by the sight of you. Find more time and energy to exercise. And your hair looks like shit.

-Itw
 
Dear X,

I wanna be in your arms so much. It been so long.. I feel totaly empty without you here. I love you A., wish you could stay here with us for ever!!!!!! :heart:

~pet
 
Agreed. It won't be what everyone else would consider traditional. But when have we been so?



:rose:Slainte
 
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Dear ants,

There will be no truce. I will show no mercy. You may have numbers but I have a big motherfucking can of death that I am going to unleash on you...in about twenty minutes.

Make peace with your ant gods. Tell your larvae you love them one last time.The end is near.

K
 
Dear ants,

There will be no truce. I will show no mercy. You may have numbers but I have a big motherfucking can of death that I am going to unleash on you...in about twenty minutes.

Make peace with your ant gods. Tell your larvae you love them one last time.The end is near.

K
For some reason, this post makes me picture Blitz-time London, with little ant air raid wardens running around passing out gas masks, and all the little ant citizens racing down into the Tube tunnels to try to survive one more day... :confused:

Why on earth would you warn the little buggers?
 
Dear ants,

There will be no truce. I will show no mercy. You may have numbers but I have a big motherfucking can of death that I am going to unleash on you...in about twenty minutes.

Make peace with your ant gods. Tell your larvae you love them one last time.The end is near.

K

This just made me giggle. I remember coming at the ants last summer with a huge can of raid, war cry and all. Hehehe Good luck with your battle!
 
For some reason, this post makes me picture Blitz-time London, with little ant air raid wardens running around passing out gas masks, and all the little ant citizens racing down into the Tube tunnels to try to survive one more day... :confused:

Why on earth would you warn the little buggers?

I suppose it's my misguided sense of honour. Or maybe it's just the microscopic sadist in me that enjoys the pre-battle terror I'm inflicting on my foes.

The battle field is silent today. Humanity is victorious. But for how long?

This just made me giggle. I remember coming at the ants last summer with a huge can of raid, war cry and all. Hehehe Good luck with your battle!

Thank you. Giggles are what I'm all about.
 
Dear ants,

There will be no truce. I will show no mercy. You may have numbers but I have a big motherfucking can of death that I am going to unleash on you...in about twenty minutes.

Make peace with your ant gods. Tell your larvae you love them one last time.The end is near.

K

LOL

One of the smell from my childhood is ... of burnt ants: my grandma's sister that lived with us would spray rubbing alcohol on the ant hill and lit it on fire :eek:

My mother on the other hand, she goes the chemical route.
 
Dear H,

Sorry I was late last night.
I did mean to get home early ... I just needed a little mental break.

your w.

---------

Dear S,

I'm getting out of my funk, but I'm still feeling precariously unstable.

I know one of the things that you appreciate is my "sanity". The reality is that because of the way things are, you are been spared from having to deal with my insane times (now that you got to talk with H some more, you probably understand that).

It is not that I'm "saner" than most people out there, although I may seem so. I'm just a highly functional insane, LOL. My insane part is given enough leash by my sane part that she can be pulled back when needed.

We have now reached a point where we are touching and teasing my comfort limits. My fear is that I do not know how I'm going to react on the other side of them. My fear is that I'm not sure you'd know how to deal with that.

I'm afraid that you have a wrong perception of my strength: I honestly thought my body would give in before my mind, but I have seen last time that it is actually the other way around. And it was a scary discover.

No amount of thinking and worrying is going to make any difference, I know.
It will come down to whether I trust you or not when the push come to shove. We all know that I will. And I know that I will handle the consequences the best I can, one way or the other.

Still ... I'm scared as it is getting darker down the rabbit hole.

rida
 
Dear X

I should know by now that you are overprotective as hell. But, seriously. You told me to make a decision on the TWO options you gave me. First of all, I don't like being given "you must do this or else," maybe that was your mistake.

So, I made my decision which of course wasn't the choice you wanted me to make. Although, I'm how old exactly? 22. I've been living on my own for over the last 4 and 1/2 years on my own, I'm not moving anywhere that I have to answer to someone (other than myself). It just is NOT happening.

And I have found out with the random visits here lately that living there was NOT the fucking option for me. I'm sorry, when I am constantly harassed by animals, loud tvs, and (insert random noun here)...I think no. When I'm questioned about what doing when it is obvious that I'm eating/reading/on the computer/etc...I think no. When I'm questioned about why I'm not eating or when was the last time I ate and when I say I haven't ate "here eat this or this". I haven't ate because I'm not hungry because of the medicine I'm taking so if I only eat an apple one day and I'm full, then I'm full. (I know how to open cabinet doors, I know how to cook so I don't starve to death, and I know how to go buy food when there isn't food to eat.)..I think no.

I can't. I won't. I will live in my fucking car (which isn't running at the moment) before I move there. It just ain't happening.

~Very upset Kitty
 
Dear X.

I can't wait to see you in a few days. I hope we can enjoy another "date night." Or hopefully many of them during your stay. I am so lucky to have you. I love you.

:rose:
 
Dear non-hiring employers,

HIRE ME ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And make my life a tad easier please. I'll work for damn near anything and do damn near anything and that's with a fractured foot. Fuck sakes, hire me, already!

~Unemployed Kitty
 
Dear non-hiring employers,

HIRE ME ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And make my life a tad easier please. I'll work for damn near anything and do damn near anything and that's with a fractured foot. Fuck sakes, hire me, already!

~Unemployed Kitty

*hugs*
I know your pain.
Hope you get a job soon!
 
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