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You,

You used to be my friend. I realize the feeling was never truly returned. You might fool yourself into thinking so and I might fool myself into thinking so at times too but there's just too many facts to prove otherwise. Toward me, you have never and will never have a heart. I truly hate you now. I hope one day that sinks in. All my courtesy is gone. You used up my deck of nice cards and now there's nothing left but the bad.

Me

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Dear Susiecakes,

Talking to you tonight was amazingly refreshing and wow, I almost forgot how much I missed that. :D I can hardly wait to talk with you more tomorrow. Make sure you get your rest though. :3 I like my Susie healthy that way. ♥

Always,
Rosiepie

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Dear Hiroki,

I missed you so much more than I thought I would tonight. ♥ But as long as you had a good time I'm glad you went. :3 I'll have you all to myself soon enough as it is. I think I can manage a little more patience~

Love,
Nowaki

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Dear Syaoran,

Thank you for tonight and the other night. Thank you for coming back. Thank you for giving me a chance. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for being the best friend I've ever had or ever will have. Just thank you. <3

Lurve,
Sakura

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Dear Prince of Persia,

Y U GOTTA B SO ADDICTING? :O

Me

Dear you,

You are a spoiled, immature little BITCH. GROW THE FUCK UP! Jesus! Y'know, you come home from work and all I hear you do is bitch and whine. Well I got news for ya honey: The air force ain't gonna put up with that shit. You need to grow the fuck up and deal with your problems. Also, the fact that I have to yell at you ONCE A FUCKING WEEK about something as stupid as hanging up your FUCKING TOWELS because me and mom, the two people who gave you a home when YOUR mom kicked your overprivileged, undertalented, whiney, obnoxious, ass out, are allergic to mold. As in, shit like leaving your wet towels crumpled up in a ball on the floor for a week and a half, makes us sick. There's a reason I haven't felt good since you moved in. I swear to every god I know I'm exceedingly close to letting Maria corner you and teach you some manners. God damn I HATE LIVING WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!

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