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Dear P:
I hope you get a corneal ulcer. Serves you right bitch. Now stop fucking screaming when your contacts sting in the mornings, its your own bloody fault for buying them online. Oh, and by the way, mine do that too sometimes. Do you hear me screaming? No. Because I deal with it as an adult. Not everything in life is cotton candy and rainbows. Get the hell over it.
 
Dear X

I can't believe just how insensitive I was to you. I still can't get over how short-sighted I was in what I said, how blinkered and unheeding. I don't think I've ever managed to upset someone so deeply and you are someone who has already suffered and had to be far braver than life has any right to demand. I gave no thought to the impact that what I said would have on you. I don't know how I managed to fail to join the dots in my head. I'm experiencing a whole new level of shame and remorse and if you can take comfort from anything it's that I do believe I've learned a very hard lesson in thinking before I open my mouth (or posting input box). I wish you every happiness and success in the future and hope you find all the love and more that you need in your life. I also fervently hope that your battle is over and won.

There are no words adequate to express my regret and remorse.

:rose::heart::rose:
 
Not so Dear Ovarian cyst,

Piss off :mad:

For 5 cm you sure hurt like a mother...and why my ribs???? wtf

I need you to go naturally and quickly.

Thanks,

Me
 
Dear J t',

I love you. It's as simple as that. There are times when I long for your sexually, and times when I just need your arms around me. Sometimes I get insecure, and others I think that somehow we'll end up together & nothing will stop that. Our dynamic is so confusing at times and yet always there, like I'm waring some silly looking hat that is really 5 hats. You are busy with work at the moment and it's hard for us to get into a routine. We've both been in situations where the other has just had to hold on tight to our love while we do the things that need to be done. I wish that we could be together more but I love you so much that it's almost enough.
Your babydoll.
 
Dear X,

Why are you so fucking sexy? That day we had a picnic, and it started to rain and your dress was clinging to your breasts - oh my god. The time you mentioned you owned nipple tassels? Could not concentrate at work the next day. I think you may have singlehandedly made me bisexual.

Anyway I can't get you out of my mind, even though I've travelled so far away.

Hope you're well,
J
 
Dear J t',

I love you. It's as simple as that. There are times when I long for your sexually, and times when I just need your arms around me. Sometimes I get insecure, and others I think that somehow we'll end up together & nothing will stop that. Our dynamic is so confusing at times and yet always there, like I'm waring some silly looking hat that is really 5 hats. You are busy with work at the moment and it's hard for us to get into a routine. We've both been in situations where the other has just had to hold on tight to our love while we do the things that need to be done. I wish that we could be together more but I love you so much that it's almost enough.
Your babydoll.

Dear DreamSensualist,

Please stop reading my diary, okthanks.

Lizzie

:rose:
 
Dear Person-I-do-not-like,

You have got to be the saddest, most negative, destructive, bitter, mean spirited, manipulative, excuse ridden, judgmental, icky person I have met in a long time.

And I was raised by an un-medicated bi-polar woman, so I kinda know of what I speak.

Jesusfuckingjosepheandmaryonacupcake you are a piece of work. For like 30 seconds today, I forgot how you filter everything, and made the mistake of doing something nice [because given how much you've been bitching lately, for some stupid reason I thought you might actually appreciate the gesture]... and in response you questioned my gesture/motives, made a snot-assed comment about my personal life, and implied that I'm lazy.

So. Pissed off as I [still] am, thank you for reminding me what a vile excuse for a person you are. Next time I'm thoughtlessly tempted to shine a little light of good energy towards that seething vortex of misery you call a life, I'll remember to save my efforts for those who give a flying fuck. You will eventually leave my forced circle of acquaintances and go forth stirring up destruction elsewhere... when that happens, I think I'll bake a cake to celebrate.

Regards,

~M
 
Dear Person in my mirror,

Who are you? I don't know you and I don't like you. Please leave now.

kthxby Me.
 
Dear Cowboy.

I love you. I know that I tell you that all the time, but I'm afraid I fall short in showing you that.
We've been through some rough shit in the past couple years and right now we can't even find the tunnel, let alone see the light at the end. But know this, you are my rock. I cannot imagine my life without you. You keep me sane, you keep an eye on the big picture so I can stress about the details, you always seem to know what I need.
You are my night in a white cowboy hat.

And again, I love you.
You distressed damsel in denim.
 
Dear X,

Sometimes I feel an impulse to pull you down beside me to cuddle under my arm while I lightly rub your back, to let your brain slowly wind down from whatever frenzied peak it balances on until your breathing settles into a semi-somnolent rhythm and your eyelids sink toward your formerly-flushed cheeks...




And then to force your head down to my crotch, where my cock has suddenly thrust itself out of my clothing.
 
Dear X,

I'm done fighting. I'm ready to kiss and make up now, but damn it if I don't have this stomping 2 year old inside my head saying "no, I'm not going to break the scielence first!" I want to resolve this and go back to our happy little family, but I still feel hurt. It's just the hurt feelings are starting to be trumped by the "I don't like you being angry with me" feelings. I don't care about winning or loosing. I never did. That's your thing, not mine. I always choose to loose to make some one else happy. But for once in my life I feel like I really need to stand up for me. It's what you've taught me these past few years, and I feel like giving in now may set me up for future hurt.

I'm trying to ignore it, but I feel myself cracking. This will probably be enough of a crack in the scielence to end in my "defeat" anyway since you may or may not still read my posts.

I'm hurt. But God help me I love you and what we've shared, and I want it back.

your pet giggles
 
Dear Cowboy,

You are a moron and I'm growing weary of it. One minute I cannot possibly love you more and at the drop of a hat you make some idiotic move that makes me question your mental capacity. Not that both conditions can't exist at once but the second makes the first very hard to do.

Quit making decisions all by your lonesome, or running to your mother for advice. We may not be married but after six years and a baby I would like to think we are partners and in decisions like the one you told me about Wednesday I should get a vote.

I realize these words are harsh and will probably make you mad, but right now I am so very mad at you and this is the only place, and way, I can think of to express that.
 
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Dear X,

Sometimes I feel an impulse to pull you down beside me to cuddle under my arm while I lightly rub your back, to let your brain slowly wind down from whatever frenzied peak it balances on until your breathing settles into a semi-somnolent rhythm and your eyelids sink toward your formerly-flushed cheeks...




And then to force your head down to my crotch, where my cock has suddenly thrust itself out of my clothing.

:rose::heart::p:heart::rose:
 
Dear J:

I'm not sure from where the compulsion came yesterday to sever ties with you; but thank you for understanding and agreeing the time is right. That makes my heart rest easier to know that we are both ready for it.

Please continue on the track you are on. They all deserve the man it sounds like you are becoming and the happiness you are finding. Remember to share it with them; think before leaping too far and without considering others; and know they love you bigger than the universe.

Hugs,
Me
 
Dear manuscript...

Look at you, all grown up and off to the big city! Why it seems like just yesterday I was deleting your gerunds and cleaning up your run-on sentences.

Have fun in NYC and I hope you find a home.

I really, really, really hope you find a home.

Send me a postcard (attached to a contract)! I love you!!

xo

K
 
Dear friend,

It has been so many years since we even spoke, but you have been weighing heavy on my mind. I have been so deeply blessed since the last time I saw you, and the only thing missing is the ability to share my happiness with my best friend.

I wish things between us had played out differently. I miss your friendship more than you will ever know.
 
Dear X:

Your actions tonight caused knots in my stomach. You knew better than to act like that. Sorry doesn't cut it anymore. I can NOT and will NOT put up with it. Time for me to move on.

Me
 
Dear X

Even though we acknowledged months ago that our relationship had changed substantially, doesn't mean that I don't still love you. I do...and that gives me happy tears. :heart:
 
Dear Boss,

Please stop nitpicking. I know more about this shit than you do. I know you have a thing about being in control, but please back the hell off before I have to put you in your place again. I don't want to have to do it, but if you don't stop making me drop everything I'm doing to change some little piddling-ass thing that wasn't an issue to start with, I'm going to lose my temper.

Sincerely,
Bunny
 
Dear Other Members Of Team Red:

Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I'm trying to guide you through the hoops of this course so we ALL learn, and I can't do that if you run off on insane tangents all the time. I only got stuck with you rejects because I didnt find a better group fast enough. Lardass, you have got to lose some weight and gain some brainmass. Keep your fucking mouth shut whle taking measurements, I DONT want to see what you had for lunch. Dumbass, Ive been here longer than you. Stick to what's relevant, okay? And E... god. Learn the fucking language. And spit out your gum at the door, it sounds disgusting to hear you champing at it in class. I'm not your tutor, I'm not your mommy. Youre a grown-ass man, act like it.

All of you: as soon as I can, I'm changing groups.
 
Dear X,

You are my best friend in the whole world. And I love you, too. I hope we can continue repairing the schism that came between us, even if it takes forever. For the first time, I have hope.

~Bunny
 
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