Dear You . . .

you don't know me so leave me alone.
thanks
Libby

Dear you know who,
Its been years since I last spoke to you and I know there were signs you only saw me as a friend but I took it the wrong way. I am sorry for the hurt I caused you or the times I scared you. I look back and wonder what would happen if I could change things and maybe we could still be friends. I am doing much better. I just want to you to know I understand why you ran away and ended our friendship.
bye
Libby

dear guy that keeps posting facebook statuses about how much he hates mtv and how everyone on the vmas is talentless and the only people with real music taste are the people that have the same exact music taste as him,

go to sleep.

from,
me

dear mom,

i dont understand why we still live with such a jackass.

love, daughter.

Dear Mr. Johnson
I don’t like you, I’m not fond of you, I barely tolerate you. So we had sex, once…a year ago. Get over it, I have. Someone once said its only bad sex if you regret it after, guess what? It was bad. Not so much the sex but that it was you. So do me a favor and stop IM’ing me, stop txting me, stop asking me to come over because I’m always going to say no. I said no the day after, the week after and the months after, and I will continue to say no a year plus after. Get the hint, I’m not interested!
Sincerely
Ms. Dean

Dear sdafkjabgfak,

it's hard for me that we're apart and these unclear situation between the two of us. it's crazy how i always think about how you've been there yet did it ever crosses your mind how i've been? you'll always be an asshole and i hate to admit that i love in spite of all the shit you did. i really dont wanna put regret on this relationship we had. this is supposed a happy memory, a happy long term memory. i am accpeting the idea of calling it quits. the only thing that really sucks right now is that, you're leaving me hanging all the time. oh wait, it's not the only thing that sucks. everything sucks. and i thank you for that.

stop hiding behind your mama's skirt, damnit. grow up you fool. im tired of waiting for you. you wasted and messed up a lot of things. IT'S TIME TO MAKE UP. even if it's not for me. i wish i wont care anymore.


lsda;jdas;lj

dear you,

what is it about you that makes me melt completely?  i really don't understand.  i mean, yeah we've been talking for almost a year now, but i've only actually been in your presence twice (though both times were hysterical and amazing), so isn't this completely irrational?  i've always thought you were amazing; we're so compatible in almost every way possible, but it always seemed like such a pipe dream because you were moving away...and now you're coming back, and i think it finally seems real, and even mildly possible.  but here's the thing...there's probably a waiting list for you that's about a year or two long.  and i hate that, because we're just...perfect for each other.  we could polish off an entire bag of starburst, and not only not have leftovers, but also not fight about who's gonna get what colors.  we would be perfectly satisfied watching picture-in-picture tv, with hockey in one part and full house in the other.  who else is completely in love with both the great mouse detective AND the rescuers?  who calls me on new years to make sure i'm not partying too hard AND using his shot in bp?  we laugh at all the same dumb stuff, have the same taste in movies and music (to some extent), and we're both just big kids at heart.

we're perfect for each other...but you probably know a ton of girls who are exactly like me, and to you i'm probably a dime a dozen.

*sigh*

i just really, really, really want you to see me.  you already do; i just want you to see me that way...please?

<3,
jillian

Dear T,

First off, I want to thank you for coming to visit London last week. Although I wasn’t lucky enough to have seen you, I was happy that you came here. I hope you had a good time! I am glad that you went to visit Shakespeare’s grave. I wish you luck in your role as Romeo.

My parents are fighting in the next room. So, I thought I would come in here where it is safe, and write a letter to you, someone I admire. We have never met and I have never seen you in real life, but I have read many, many interviews with you (translated from Japanese to English). Even if it’s not true, I feel like I know you.

I feel safe when I hear your voice; I smile when I see your smile. I am too sick to work right now but you helped me overcome my fears… I left the house and started going to the gym almost every day because I wanted to be healthy, like you. I was always afraid until I found you. Now, I have worked up the courage to start looking for a job again. I don’t know what the future holds, but I know that because of you, I can step into the unknown with hope.

Hontou ni arigatou.

~me.

Dear C-,
I hate that we used to be such good friends. I hate that I did my best to be a good friend to you - I listened to you, I defended you, I cared about you, I valued our friendship. I hate that you had to be such an asshole - that you had to talk shit about everyone who called you a friend. I hate that you had the arrogance to approach me and accuse me of talking about you behind your back, while everyone else was coming to me and telling me what you were saying about me. I would never lie about you or to you, and in a second, because of your own problems, you shattered our friendship and turned into a snotty bitch overnight. Since then, I've heard you saying bad things about me, and the one time I get the guts to confront you, you accuse me of lying and spitefully say "I'm done." Well you can rot in hell for making me feel awkward every time I see or hear you in the hallway, every time one of my friends tells me what you've been saying. No one trusts you anymore, but no one has the courage to stand up to you.

I'm going to forget about you - you will never have my friendship again. I just want you to know that you've hurt me, and that you will never make true friends if you continue to act like this. Get over yourself, and get over the silly drama you're so fond of creating. Everyone knows and no one likes it.
S-