Dear All of You,

I know why you would have taken those dogs away, and I know that I would never been able to make you change your minds. All I would have wanted was a chance to say good-bye to the dogs I grew up with, and the dogs that I never left my side when I was at my grandma's house. But you didn't even give me that, when I'm dead, I'll haunt you and you're families for not letting me even say goodbye you bastards. It happened almost three years ago, On July 31st, 2007 and I still can't stop myself from crying over the fact I didn't even get to say good bye.

See you all in Hell,
Me

Current Mood: depressed

I agree that your eleven year old daughter is starting to need a bra.  However, she does not need a padded bra.  Try to remember she is ELEVEN.  She does not need to look older or more sexually mature.  If you disagree with that perhaps you shouldn't be parenting.  

She is a slim girl who is just starting to develop and needs to be guided about learning to like the changes her body is going through.  She does not need something that is going to make the boys stare at her chest and not at her face.  

You also do NOT need to take her to a doctor because she hasn't started her periods yet.  She is ELEVEN.  Stop discussing the fact that she hasn't had her first period yet in front of her, it is unnecessary and she'll get issues.

Oh, and if you want to buy some more bras, I suggest you also get one for your ten year old son, who could double for the Venus of Willendorf.

Yours

Wondering why you are so screwy.

Current Mood: uncomfortable

Dear You.

You're my friend. Anything I've done for you, in an attempt to help you get your business off the ground, has been done on a volunteer basis, and because you are my friend.

So please, please stop pushing me, and telling me that you want your business to be my springboard into a future career in whatever. I tried telling you the other night, that I wasn't interested in your idea for my future, because I have my own plan. And unfortunately, it doesn't involve having you as my boss for the rest of my life.

You keep going on and on at me about how this business is (hopefully), going to be your ticket to a career in writing, and I know it's not the be all and end all to being a writer, but you can't spell or string a full sentence together. And when I told you that I've been sitting on an Original piece of Fiction for the last couple of years, after having it it seen by the right people, you completely brushed me off, and then continued to tell me that your business is going to be my springboard.

This whole thing has been going around in circles, and I'm frankly sick of it. I don't want to lose you as a friend, but I will be more than happy to cut my losses, if you don't stop pushing me into being something I'm not. I don't want your future, I want my own.

You friend,
Me.

Current Mood: annoyed

Dear You,

I hate that I let you use me so much, I hate that I obviously wasn’t enough to make you happy. I hate the most how you haven’t kept one promise, why I’m still with you, I have no clue.

I also don’t know why I still love you, you’ve been with multiple women online behind my back (until I found out, that is), You been inconsiderate, you don’t care about your hygiene (you stink sometimes and I can’t stand it). I hate how you and some of your (some are also mine too) friends use me as a god-damn taxi. It took you so long to get a damn job. Now get your driver’s license and a car, maybe they’ll start using you as a taxi and give me a fuckin’ break.

Wishing you were a better man,
Me

Current Mood: frustrated

Dear You,

It hit me today, just how much of a mistake you really were, and how grateful I am that I got out while I still could; before I did something that I would later regret, making it all the more harder.

It also hit me, how you made me something... less, than what I was. You sucked the life out of me. I can't remember the last time I felt *young*, but I do know that it was well before you came into my life. It makes me feel so very, very sorry for the young girl you're engaged to. Engaged to because you knocked her up. She's young - so, so much younger then you, and almost five years younger than me... Have you sucked the life out of her as well?

You might rant on about how you don't want to end up in a relationship like my brother and his girlfriend because they're always arguing with each other; but they have something that you lack. Passion. My brother loves his girlfriend, their arguing is made all the better because they can laugh at themselves and they know it.

So, if you don't mind, I'm going to stop making excuses for you and the way you treated me, it's about time people started hearing the truth. And it's about time I went back to being a 26 year old woman with a life ahead of her, than acting like a 46 year old woman who's life has passed her by.

No love,

Current Mood: determined

Dear you,

Yes, ignoring your friends for RPGs and deviantArt again is a good idea. Let's see how long it will take you to piss everyone off again.

No love,
Me.

Current Mood: aggravated

Dear you,

Interesting... So you're gonna play like that? /sigh

You really are an idiot.

Amused,
Me

Dear You,

I know it's all fuckered to hell and back but...by damn if it isn't good. We've been trying to pull away from it, stay away from it. I don't even want to anymore.

Huge sigh of relief,
Me

Dear You

I know sometimes I fail to do the things I should be doing and be as supportive to you as you deserve.  I'm sorry, you are the best and I hate the feeling that I let you down.

There are too many arseholes who have let me down all my life and only one of you.

I love you.

Your wife.

Dear You,

What is it with you popping up out of the blue twice like that and talking to me like nothing had happened in the past? You chewed out a lot of people, including me, when you left. Now you're talking to me like we've been best buds for many years. You want to try and repair the damage you caused before? That's fine, but do me a favor and change your tactics. I'd much rather you take this slowly rather than blindly following until we crash and burn.

Uncomfortable,
Me
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Dear You,

I hate how I feel like you've been holding me back for what feels like forever. Do me a huge favor once and leave me alone. Give me peace of mind for more than one second, for fuck's sake.

Annoyed,
Me

Current Mood: irritated

Dear You,

I'm sorely disappointed in you. I admit I could be jumping to conclusions since I haven't seen what you did for myself, but when I hear it from my best friend I take it at face value. You promised both of us you wouldn't do anything stupid like this. Now that you apparently have, I'm scared and worried you won't be able to stop until you hit a sudden brick wall while doing a million miles per hour. You fucked up twice before. Please don't let there be a third time.

Your friend,
Me

Current Mood: disappointed

Dear you,

Thank you for giving me exactly what I wanted.

dear you,
i'm not a fucking idiot. i know you're just trying to use me. what you don't realize is that i'm totally using you, too. so HA.
love,
me

dear you,
i wish you didn't live so far away! or perhaps i wish i would have met you sooner than the last two weeks of school. now i have to wait an entire summer and then some (possibly) to see you again. you bought me breakfast after a one night stand. i don't know if you know this, but that is unheard of around these parts. thanks for being awesome and getting my mind off of dickhead the past few weeks. you are genuine and true and i can already see that.
sincerely,
me

dear you,
i find it extremely frustrating that i had to be the one to apologize in order for us to move past this, even though you were clearly in the wrong, too. but that's the price i'm willing to pay to keep our friendship. you're too important to me to let something like this get in the way.
love,
me

dear you,
it's terrifying to me that you're dying right before my eyes and i feel completely helpless and hopeless and everything in between. i could tell your parents what you're doing, but i know that wouldn't really fix anything. i'm just a big pussy when it comes to you for some reason. but i refuse to hop on the bandwagon and give up on you. you're one of the most amazing, beautiful people i've ever met, and i'll be damned if i let you slip away.
love,
your best friend

Hey World,

Ya know what? My family is already down for the count, no need to keep kicking us.

No love,

Me.

Hey, Doctors!

I wanna talk about the word "Treatable"...

Welcome to the 21st century, most things these days, are "treatable", the joys of modern medicine. However! Treatable =/= Curable. So, why don't you take your long, scientific terminology, and go jam it up your arse...

No love,

Me.

Current Mood: angry

Dear You,
I miss you. Every second of everyday I think about you. Wondering how you are doing in Basic, if you are thinking of me, and what you miss about home the most, whether its music, greasy fast food, watching T.V, or just. . . Us. I would say I've never felt like this before, but I have. When Grandma died, after a breakup. . . Whenever I had to leave you after we spent a too-short week together. But now, this is so much more extreme. This is a fatal wound to the heart that can only heal with your return. A dull ache in the back of my mind that rears up with every picture, movie, or book I come across that reminds me of my love again. And it comes in waves. Leaving me fine one day, with friends to keep me company, and living a shadow of a life at other times. Only thinking of how I can get to you again. See you. Talk to you. Love you. I know there's nothing I can do though, so I wait for these 8 weeks to be over at last. So that I can finally do what I dream of every night.

Yours, Moose

Current Mood: lonely

dear you,

It was fantastic, and I'm not the least bit sorry. It would have probably killed my buzz anyway~

*~*~*

dear you,

I still want you to see them with me some day, even if it couldn't happen this time. Just another reason that I wish the timing had been a bit later in the year, but alas. The other being so that I could drink. Goddamn it why couldn't it be after July? Aha. One day, I swear. It's a bit silly, but, well, I just want to be able to share that experience one time with somebody I care a lot about. I don't really know that I can fully explain it without sounding ridiculous so I won't try. But whether it's when they come back around here again [which I'm hoping will be within a year, but we'll see what happens], or whenever I do go overseas, I want you to come with me, so long as you still want to go.

*~*~*

dear self,

Way to be a pansy and not ask for an autograph, geez. You need to suck that shit up and stop being so shy to approach people.

kicking you,
yourself

Current Mood: blah

Dear you,

So let me get this straight... My dad has a narrow esophagus and got some food stuck in his throat tonight. After being unable to dislodge it himself my mom persuaded him to go to the ER. Four hours later I just talked to my mom on the phone and she told me how my dad is doing. He's currently stuck in a hospital bed, unable to swallow anything because that piece of food is still lodged in his esophagus, because the doctor on duty doesn't feel he's important enough. My dad is literally choking in his hospital bed and he's not worth this doctor's time? That's some fucking bullshit, I say.

Pissed off,
Me

Current Mood: pissed off

Dear You,

I think I'm going to have to re-evaluate things between us and not in a good way. It's fine you have new friends to hang out with now. However, I don't take kindly to being replaced. It's like you have just dumped me off, and I'm not the only one of your friends who feels this way. We haven't forgotten about you so please don't forget about us.

Conflicted,
Me

Current Mood: melancholy

Dear you,

So... I left that anonymous comment a few weeks back. Yep, me. And I'm glad I did. I like to believe that that comment set you up to be where you are right now.

I'm not angry anymore. Quite the contrary. I am relieved! You might not understand how or why, or even what I'm talking about, but don't worry about it. Just know, I'm actually happy for you. Maybe this time it will work out.

- Me

Dear You,

You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray~ ♥

But...you'll never know, dear, how much I love you...



...Please, don't take my sunshine away.


Much, much unrequited-but-getting-over-it love,

Me