dear you,
dude. WHAAATTT. you had sex with your dad? twice? " i didnt know him very well growing up " is not an excuse. he's your dad. i'm never going to recover from this, seriously.

love,
me

You,

Wow, how shitty is it of you to weasel your way out of doing something that should have already been done by now. No, really, it takes a lot of nerve to dump that project onto her when she didn't watch that program. Not to mention how busy she already was.

Merry fucking Christmas, bitch. :D

No love whatsoever,
~ironhide.

Dear you,

Wow...you make an entry while you're drunk about cutting yourself then commit the act and when one friend shows concern, you apologize but when I show concern and tell you cutting isn't poetic, you bite my head off.

Way to go you. Hope you enjoy drinking your life away and treating your friends like shit.

No love and no respect,
Me

Current Mood: bitchy

Dear you, you and you.

Stop having those ready-made ideas about me.

"She would never go with Daddy on his scooter !" Well seems I did, and I survived, even though I wasn't very fierce at the beginning.

"She will never apply for her driving license !" Well yes I did. Just needed time for it.

"You would never dye your hair !" Well maybe I will, when I want to ! I even know what colour.

"You will never go and see a shrink even though you need to !" I will. When I'm ready. I did it last year. I waited till I felt I was ready, then I went. And then I got better. And then that thing in June happened, but for now I feel better on my own.

You don't understand. You don't seem to. You all have those ideas about what I will and what I will not do, and then you are so surprised when I don't do what you expected me to. I can be whoever I want to be, and I will still be me.

So yes, for now I'm the girl who lost her mummy six months ago and is recovering from it - painfully, angrily, very slowly, but recovering. But I know I will get through this, with or without help. And this does not mean that I will stop living - I haven't, in case you haven't noticed.

Because at the same time I'm still the 19-year-old girl trying to enjoy her studies and planning her future.

With love,

Me.

Dear You,

I am so fucking glad you went to rehab, because you were seriously fucking up my best friend's life. You say she's your best friend, but how the fuck can you mean that when you kept on giving her the one thing she's trying to quit? That's not a friend. You just didn't want to be fucked up alone, you selfish bastard. I don't appreciate you fucking everything up while I'm three hours away at school and can't do anything to stop it. I know you probably won't stay clean when you get out, but I'll hopefully be home by then and be able to stop you from killing one of the few people that really mean something to me. Go fuck yourself, asshole.

Just because you're past the point of no return and can't handle your life like a normal human being doesn't mean you get to drag other people down with you. If you get out and keep doing the same shit you were doing before, I won't sit back and keep my mouth shut anymore. You don't know what it's like to constantly worry that your best friend is either going to end up dead or in jail because some dickless piece of shit doesn't want to go down alone.

FUCK YOU.

Much love,
One of the few people that used to have faith in you.
Too bad you fucked that up, too.

Dear Daddy,

It's been almost 5 months since you left us, Daddy...and God, I miss you. I need you...

Your daughter,
Lauren

Current Mood: sad

Dear Obama:

Thank you for assuming I don't know what's best for my body. I know I am too stupid to know what's good for me so of course I am pleased that you created laws so I no longer have to worry about making decisions.

And thank you for finally making healthcare reform a negative thing for me ❤

Dear you,

I don't hate you anymore... A lot of the things that I did, I did to myself. I deserve anything that I get in life and I know that it's my fault for not exerting enough effort into anything. I'm a hypocrite, I'm a liar, I've done a lot to hurt people and seem to continue to do so.

I will relearn to stand on my own again. I will rise above and show you I can change.

With understanding,
Me.

Current Mood: pensive

Dear all four of you,

You knew how special that dinner was to me and I reminded you about the details several times. I even called you the morning of the event and you all said you would be there. So what happened? Was it the drugs? Are they more important than our friendship? I've loved you all like my own brothers and would have done anything for you so how is it that you think it's okay to treat me this way? Did I not even deserve a phone call to at least tell me you weren't coming? At least the fifth member of your group had the decency to text me and tell me he couldn't attend. So come now; what's your fucking excuse for being the assholes that you were last night?

You know what the party was probably better off without you. I don't need a posse of drugged up douchebags making everyone else feel uncomfortable. The dinner was great and the company was wonderful.

I hope you're in jail b/c that's the only excuse that would ever allow me to forgive you all.

Current Mood: hurt

Dear you,

She is one of my closest friends. She is sweet, hyper, very creative with what she is given and she is one of the most loyal and honest people you will ever find on the internet. She doesn't deserve to have a fucking BITCH like you constantly treating her like SHIT. She deserves and HAS friends who are 10000000000000000 times better than you EVER will be.

She is like a sister to me and if you don't stop treating her this way, karma will FUCK you up.

Zero love, no wait, you don't even deserve any sort of emotion other than hate.
~Ironhide.

Current Mood: enraged

Dear Ex,

For someone who considered me one of their best friends, and told me I was wrong when we broke up, you REALLY killed yourself trying to prove everything I said, wrong.

Not.

The last time I saw you, you harped on at me about how you'd lost weight and were getting really healthy and fit - I highly doubt it, as I know about your lack of culinary prowess... in fact, you can't cook anything other than a slice of toast.

Then my Nan passed away and you didn't even have the decency to come and see me to my face to offer your sympathies. I get some lame-ass text message two weeks AFTER the funeral, saying that you're there if I need someone to talk to. You have me friend-ed on Face-book, you knew EVERYTHING that was going on, before during and after the funeral. You knew where I was staying, you knew when the funeral was going to be... but, that's neither here nor there.

Since breaking up with your sorry ass, I, not only found work, but I found a great job. I wasn't reduced to delivering pizzas. Now, I understand any work at the moment is great, but, you're 30. You've been doing the same job since you were 19. What does that tell you?

And yes, I've moved back north. I LOVE it here. I should never have left! I'm doing great things at University. And, okay, so I might still be a gamer and a nerd and a book worm, but I'm having conversations with people that you couldn't even fathom having.

When I finish University, I'll have two degrees to my name, and you'll still be delivering pizza, and I understand that a degree doesn't necessarily guarantee me a job, but, at least it'll give me a foot inside a door that isn't a pizza place or burger joint.

So, when all is said and done, don't go on about how you were just with me, out of pity. Remember, I'm the one who kicked you to the curb, not the other way around. I'm the one who got sick of your lame-ass attempts at witty and intelligent conversation. "Durrr, you kill them and you get experience points, durrrr". I'm not the one who has to ask Mummy's permission to go to the movies because she holds the purse strings...

Keep talking shit about me to that whore you're with now, and I'll air ALL your dirty laundry to the public. This is a freakin' cake-walk, compared to what I am fully capable of... after all, I know just about everyone you live near, work with and have associated with for the majority of our lives... so... Keep it up.

No love,
Me.

PS: Just because I'm not there, doesn't mean I don't know you were fucking the mighty midget the night of my birthday when we were still together.

PPS: You've lost weight? Honey, I lost 125 kilos of stupid when I dumped your ass, and the numbers keep dropping off me now that I'm away from you.

Current Mood: bitchy

Dear you,

Seriously? Are you stalking me? Do you have a recording device planted in my apartment or on my person? Do you have a special "Devin-might-be-happy radar"? And so you must act as quickly as possible to make me agitated and take care of that pesky problem? Because this is probably the fourth time you've done it since this summer and I'm beginning to get angry.

You haven't talked to me in a month. After you blew me off twice in one week. Remember, we had plans to hang out? And then it was my fault that I couldn't hang out later that night because you had something better to do when we were supposed to go for coffee? Remind me please, cause I can't seem to quite remember what it was that you were doing instead of meeting me...oh right. Rearranging your room.

So I have a pseudo-date last night with a guy I am interested in. We have a nice time and I came home with a smile on my face. So I really should've expected the text from you today. I should have. Asking me to go to church? You're not even Catholic! We had an entire argument about the Catholic church! And now you're telling me that I should go with you to the church on my school's campus? I'm so confused and annoyed that I can hardly even think about anything else right now.

You're the one who moved on. You're the one who blew me off all summer. You're the one who goes weeks without returning a call.

So just stay MIA this time. Because I'm so far past done with this crap.

-Me

Dear You,

Every once in a while, you crop up in my mind. I don't like it. It makes me feel stupid, because you were great. I keep reminding myself that at that time, I needed to break up with you so that I could become my own person. Now, after years of having no significant other to fall back on, I find myself missing you. There's just nothing I can do about it now. You've fallen in love since then, and I'm happy for you. You were actually able to move on.

I thought I moved on, but I guess I really didn't. Sucks to be me, huh?

dear you,

what

i thought everything was okay, is it not okay? please tell me, don't throw me in the fog and giggle at me from twenty feet away where i cant see you

Dear Roommates,

I love you both, but I will kill you if i can't sleep tonight. And also, I'd appreciate it if you'd stop with the obsessing over your respective crushes. It's really frustrating for me to have to listen to every detail of your conversations with them and quite frankly, I'm over it.

Don't mean to be a bitch, but I've got other things to worry about than whether the fact he used the word "hey" instead of "hello" means he likes you or not. (okay that was an exaggeration, but really, not by all that much.)

Trying to hear myself think,
Me

Dear you,

I hope that one day you are either able to move past your insecurities or get over your pms. You're 33 and you have a teenage son. Stop acting like you're trying to relive your high school glory days as the queen bitch. Calling people out on their short comings doesn't make you cool or more intelligent than them. It just makes your tactless. How is it that I'm more than ten years your junior and yet I have a higher maturity level than you? Maybe if you tried to make your point without insults being the bulk of your argument I could take you more seriously and have a higher consideration for your point of view. The only opinion that counts concerning myself is my own and it's way too high to be brought down by someone like you. I suggest you take a few pointers from the rules of etiquette and pull that stick out of your ass before you speak to me again.

Love,
Dolly

Current Mood: content

dear you,

i've told you i loved you a handful of times in the last few days. i don't think you've returned it once.

i don't know what to think.

Dear You,

Why am I not a special snowflake in your eyes?



No Love,

Me

Current Mood: sick

Dear you,

Get a facebook account for the love of kittens. I miss you and feel weird calling out of the blue. I know I'm a wuss, but there you have it. Get a facebook so I can avoid the awkward.

Love,
Me.