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Dear X,

I know you love noise. I can even want that for you but dayum, why can't you understand I'm noise phobic, particularly when ill.

*looks for a gun*

:rose:
 
Dear Previous owners of my new home,

Why would you paint the bathroom with marine paint? Why such a deep ugly blue? It's not like the whole bathroom was going under water! It took me five coats of high hide primer to cover it so I could put my pretty, pale butter yellow on the walls. What should have been an easy weekend job was not so easy. :(.

Other than that, I love my new house.

Thanks for the extra work,
Me
 
Dear very pretty sub on fetlife who just PM'd me:

I appreciate the reachout.

But-- If your profile says that you are only allowed to talk to slaves and subs-- then you are not allowed to talk to me.

ETA:

OH! Your Master sent you the link.

Has he met me?
 
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Dear H,

When you called today and needed my help, I was secretly thrilled. After you said that you "didn't need me," and our "friendship had no benefits to you," I LOVED the fact that you are once again getting screwed over by the court system and needed psych advice. Yeah, I'm still a little bitter, however I did my best to give you the advice I would give anyone in your position. I hope you take it to heart, and follow through with it.

When you called me back and told me that hearing my voice made you miss me even more, and that you think you still love me, I was amused. When you asked for a second chance, I was thrilled to remind you that you pissed away your second chance by being a terminally unsatisfied and perpetually disappointed bitch. I have not changed. I don't think you have either. You broke my heart once, I won't let you do it again.

I will always lend you an ear, and give you "professional" advice when you need it. I love you, I always will. However, today, I love me more...and that means no more chances for you.

Sincerely,
~N~
 
Dear B ~

You worked very hard, so please rest well knowing that you are a beautiful human and you will be deeply missed. Yes, even by me. You were heard and I know you made a positive difference.

I do love you even if I have to do it from way over here.

:heart:
 
Dear Insomnia
You have been around for years, 30 at least, coming and going as you see fit; but this is ridiculous.
It has been weeks since I feel asleep at a reasonable hour and woke up feeling unzombie like.
I have spent hours in the middle of the night reading articles on how to make you settle down.

You are worse than a new born baby with colic.

I don't drink coffee and very little tea. I have tried days of no caffeine.
I have tried milky drinks, they kept me awake all night due to sinus problems and gave me a migraine. :rolleyes:
I have tried a warm bath.
I have tried a warm room.
I have tried a cool room.
I kept my routine
I changed my routine
I have read books to settle my mind
I have avoided books so my mind would settle.
I have tried meditation, but drew the line at listening to whale song.

I haven't tried herbal remedies, but only because I can't stand the smell of lavender and most of them seem to have that in them.

Heck, I even bought a new bed.
I have tried sex in the new bed but that left me more awake.

In March this year I spoke to the GP. I tried the tablets he gave me, I loved them but I don't want tablets to be the only way to make you go away.

Please, settle down and I promise not to complain when you wander back at another time. In the past I have found you useful, catching up on things by going to work at 2am or cleaning the house, I spent a whole night cleaning the oven. The downside being I then didn't want to use it:eek:

But enough is enough.

Go away.

Me.
 
Dear Body:

Shut the fuck down and let me have one peaceful night of uninterrupted sleep.

~~ Me
 
Dear X.
I am not sure when you got hold of my boyfriend.
I am not sure what you told him either.
I am not sure if you actually fucked him or just gave him advice on
how to please me but I do really hope it is the latter...
I am happy with the uptake in his libido.
I just hope it stabalizes up where it has been this last week..
I have really enjoyed his increase in attentions.
I really hate going months without much then just as I calm my inner nympo
down & sedate her he goes into high gear & I have to wake her up again.
I hope when I start work again it will become a constant on the weekends...
It isn't nice when the tightness from lack of use causes tears & it hurts..

But like the song goes "I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"...
Not sure if "you" actually are physical or if that lightbulb finally got lit up..

Signed
*Happy to have sex more than once every 6-8 weeks...*
 
Dear H,

Just found out from E that you ODed this weekend. I'm glad you're still here on Earth, but GODDAMNIT you stupid fucking bitch, WHY???? You're NOT a fucking drug user, you're not an addict, and last I checked you weren't fucking suicidal. When we talked last week, things were ok, stressful, but ok. WHAT. THE. FUCK. happened????? And to make it worse, you are now shutting out everyone and anyone that wants to help your stupid ass... Really????

I'm angry. I'm SO angry I want to literally kick the shit out of you for being a dumb cunt. You could lose your son over this. Everything you have worked to protect for the last two years could disappear VERY quickly. What was the point? Was it attention? Poor, little H wasn't getting enough kudos anymore so she had to do something to bring the focus back on her???

I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I have tried being your friend. I have tried giving you advice and help when you have come to me. I will not watch you self-destruct. I will NOT sit back and watch a woman that I loved SO much destroy herself. I'm gonna keep the happy memories of you and our times together and otherwise completely remove myself from your life. I
can't do it any other way...

I'm sorry that you think that "using" was the answer. I'm still figuring out what the question was...

Always,
Nicole
 
Dear mother of the little girl who hung herself,
How did you not know...would I be the same way? Not see what was so easy to see?
I dont know how you had the courage to cut your baby down knowing she was dead, I have no doubt in my mind that I would be hanging right next to my child had I found her dead.
You are a strong woman without a doubt but her friends need closure, a chance to say they loved her and bring flowers or whatever. My girl is so sad, feels like you didnt love her enough to give her a big send off. She misses her friend and only wants to have a chance to say proper goodbyes to a girl she loved.
You dont even have to be there, just let us have one hour to say goodbye. It can't be done unless you say yes.

A very frightened horrrified mother of a very sad girl
 
Dear designer of my new home,

First of all, I do love living here. It's a nice place, generally pretty easy to take care of, you did a good job. My wife loves it too, but then, she hasn't yet discovered the major problem this place has in the same way I had to last night. I wonder, when you were designing this place, did you take into account the issue of drainage at all? Because my house is only fine so long as no water comes near it ever.

I understand that the depression where the patio sits looks nice, and the courtyard is a very attractive place to eat my breakfast, but there's a problem: those motherfuckers flood, dude. They flood bad. See, there's nowhere for water to go once it's down there; it just builds up, and up, and up. Normally this'd be fine, except that it's winter, and any kind of particularly heavy rain means I have to start bailing out my own backyard like it's a leaky canoe. Or else the water edges up the tiny elevation to my door and starts to come inside. Maybe you should have spotted this tiny design flaw.

Like I said, usually this house is great, but when my garden starts acting like one of those rising water traps James Bond is always escaping from, you may have fucked up.

Sincerely,
A rather wet homeowner.
 
dear k,
i'm sorry my mind goes bad places when i'm depressed. it's stupid. i have yet to act on the thoughts running through my head, but i was hoping for comfort and support not you getting upset and not talking to me much, it makes me feel like shit and makes me feel as if i can't share with you the parts i need the most support with. i'm sick- i'm trying to get better, but i'm always gonna have issues, you knew this before hand. maybe i should have kept my damn mouth shut but if i can't talk to you, who can i talk to?
-me
 
*sending hugs and thoughts to KC and her little girl*

She will cope with this, she has a strong mother to show her how to deal with the tough stuff in life. xx
 
Dear mother of the little girl who hung herself,
How did you not know...would I be the same way? Not see what was so easy to see?
I dont know how you had the courage to cut your baby down knowing she was dead, I have no doubt in my mind that I would be hanging right next to my child had I found her dead.
You are a strong woman without a doubt but her friends need closure, a chance to say they loved her and bring flowers or whatever. My girl is so sad, feels like you didnt love her enough to give her a big send off. She misses her friend and only wants to have a chance to say proper goodbyes to a girl she loved.
You dont even have to be there, just let us have one hour to say goodbye. It can't be done unless you say yes.

A very frightened horrrified mother of a very sad girl
KC, you know I'm always here if there's anything I can do to help you help her - and your son, who will also be affected, though probably to a lesser degree - through this. Anything at all, even if it's nothing but "holding your hand" for a while across the miles. My heart goes out to the girl, her family, her friends, and especially your little one, and you, because I know how awful it is to feel that there is so little you can do to help her. Know this, though: Every moment you spend with her, holding her hand, letting her cry on your shoulder, or just *being there* to share the silence with her DOES help her know that you love her more than your own life.

She will get past this, as my friends and I got past our friend taking his own life when I was 14, though she will never forget it. Help her understand that there is *always* an answer to life's problems, perhaps not an easy one, or one that makes you "happy," but that answer is *never never never* the ending of one's life. Take our love for you and share it with her... and it will be multiplied within you to share even further with her.
 
Dear mother of the little girl who hung herself,
How did you not know...would I be the same way? Not see what was so easy to see?
I dont know how you had the courage to cut your baby down knowing she was dead, I have no doubt in my mind that I would be hanging right next to my child had I found her dead.
You are a strong woman without a doubt but her friends need closure, a chance to say they loved her and bring flowers or whatever. My girl is so sad, feels like you didnt love her enough to give her a big send off. She misses her friend and only wants to have a chance to say proper goodbyes to a girl she loved.
You dont even have to be there, just let us have one hour to say goodbye. It can't be done unless you say yes.

A very frightened horrrified mother of a very sad girl

Sending hugs and comfort to you all! :rose:
 
Dear designer of my new home,

First of all, I do love living here. It's a nice place, generally pretty easy to take care of, you did a good job. My wife loves it too, but then, she hasn't yet discovered the major problem this place has in the same way I had to last night. I wonder, when you were designing this place, did you take into account the issue of drainage at all? Because my house is only fine so long as no water comes near it ever.

I understand that the depression where the patio sits looks nice, and the courtyard is a very attractive place to eat my breakfast, but there's a problem: those motherfuckers flood, dude. They flood bad. See, there's nowhere for water to go once it's down there; it just builds up, and up, and up. Normally this'd be fine, except that it's winter, and any kind of particularly heavy rain means I have to start bailing out my own backyard like it's a leaky canoe. Or else the water edges up the tiny elevation to my door and starts to come inside. Maybe you should have spotted this tiny design flaw.

Like I said, usually this house is great, but when my garden starts acting like one of those rising water traps James Bond is always escaping from, you may have fucked up.

Sincerely,
A rather wet homeowner.
Kuro, I don't know how things work in Oz, but since you've been in your new home for less than a month, over here (US) you'd have a number of remedies available to you to resolve this issue, including your homeowner's insurance. You should be able to get some sort of drainage system/device built/installed, for one thing.

If this is a brand-new home, never lived in before, there are probably even *more* remedies available to you. Check with your realtor or with the Better Business Bureau (or Ozian equivalent). ASAP.
 
Dear G,
I'm writing this to attain hopefully some kind of release of the tension and pain inside me.

Two and a half weeks ago I did something I never thought I would ever do. I broke up with you.

I could not watch you suffer anymore, torn between two lives - the one you had with me and the one you had with your family. You loved me and you loved your wife but you knew your wife would never accept me after past events between her and I.

You didn't want to leave me, you didn't want to leave her. You had to talk to me privately all the time out of fear of her knowing you were talking to me. The whole situation was eating at you, tearing you in two and you saw no solution and were on the verge of a breakdown mentally.

I love you to much and care about your wellbeing to much to watch you end up in the Hospital with a mental breakdown. As your Pet, looking at your life from half the country away I knew there was only one solution that would keep you sane and keep you from losing yourself.

Now both of us aren't whole anymore. Yet it was the only option. I still love you, and always will. In my dreams I still kneel at your feet every night and call you Master. You always will be Master to me.

I pray in time you can forgive me for what I did to you for I know I caused you pain, but I saw no other solution.

I love you Master. Always.

:heart: Pet
 
Dear mum.

You are are evil manuiplative cow. I hate the way that you wind me up, pick at me constantly and then make me snap so that you can cry and tell everyone that i am an emotionless bitch.

I have been helping you fix up your house, spending most of my weekends with you, spending $60 on petrol each weekend and do I even get a thank You. Of course not, that would just be too much to ask instead you would rather complain. I do everything you ask and you complain it's not done right. Your cat attacks me because you made me try and stop it from running outside and you can't even get anything to clean all the blood of my arms, you complained that I let the cat escape. Sure maybe I shouldn't have said that it could get hit and killed by a car and I wouldn't be upset and I did apologise for that.

Hell even shopping, I pick a blue shirt and you are extremely vocal saying I should get a tan one which also includes trying to get the shopperson to agree with you, I look at a pair of shoes and you pick them apart then telling me that i have no dress sense at all just really pisses me off and NO i do not want to cut my hair off short and I see no need to discuss that, no really should suffice.

Mum this weekend, I have other plans, and they do not include working my ass off for you but I know you will tell dad and my brother that I am too lazy to help but I don't care anymore.
 
Dear Co-worker,
Stop wasting my time. I am sorry if you think my time is less valuable than yours, but it isn't. Get a clue, be courteous and respectful to others, and realize that not everyone worships the ground you walk on (actually, I wonder if anyone does).

Sincerely,
Frustration Personified
 
Dear God,
Please let this candle light vigil tonight put the sunshine back in my lil girl's face.
I can't stand the sadness I see there.
Thank you,
Momma Bear
 
Dear Piece of Shit:

You should never have offered to do the work if you were not going to follow through.

Really, ass wipe! Her husband is over in Afghanistan in the middle of a fucking war and this how you show your respect!

You call yourself a friend? I have one word for you......KARMA!
 
Dear God,
Please let this candle light vigil tonight put the sunshine back in my lil girl's face.
I can't stand the sadness I see there.
Thank you,
Momma Bear
I hope the vigil helped bring at least the beginning of a sense of closure to the little one, and to the rest of the children affected by this loss.
 
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