[Reyoki]

Dear rude person,

Did you not see what I wrote? At first, I had asked you a simple question, and you ignored me. Then, when I offered you a deal that would benefit the both of us, you also ignored me. Do you have any idea how much that infuriates me? I do not like being ignored! At LEAST give me some kind of affirmation that you've acknowledged my presence!

Sincerely,
pissed off me

[Desmond]

Dear me,

Someday you wont have to listen to my parents arguing over something stupid. Someday you wont have to listen to your Dad being over zealous and stupid. You wont be like him, you'll be a better than him. You have the best role model to thank for that. It's hard now, but you can do it.

[Gallagher]

To my emotional side:

It's alright. You're free to feel everything you want to feel. You're allowed to be hurt. But, let's try to analyze this for a moment.

You know this helps, because you know yourself. How long have you been battling this depression? One third of your life. You had one successful therapist, whom you no longer can afford to see, but who gave you the courage to believe in yourself. Your mind. The very fact that you do know yourself. You had countless others that tried to tell you what was wrong with you, and you knew they were wrong. You were brave enough to say so, to put an end to the nonsense, to say what you needed, and you have gotten better. No, you're not where you wanted to be, but you have gotten better, and you need to have faith in that fact.

You've been having... slips. That's what you call it, right? You've been slipping. You've been hurting yourself. Not badly, but you have. More than they know. More than you've told them. Because you confess to someone else every time you do. As far as everyone knows, and as far as anyone can discuss, you've had a single slip. But that's not the truth. You just rely on the assumption that with this overlying issue, they won't question details like when they were told.

But it's alright. You're not losing progress just because you've been slipping. I know the way they talk to you. The way they look at you. Especially him. Like you can't be trusted. Like you're either an idiot, or too blinded by your own issues, to know anything. But they're wrong, and you're right. You always are.

You don't remember which scars happened when anymore. You can't remember how they all happened. They're out there for everyone to see, literally, and yet they don't. They don't question. They don't have to. You're not seeking attention. You're not seeking 'help' in the way you'd probably be told. You're seeking relief. Relief from all the pressure clouding that brilliant mind. This is it. This right here, sorting through this, writing it down, making it real, and confronting it. This is what you need to keep your hands off of those scissors. Away from that lovely metal pole between your feet. Away from the lighter. Off of yourself.

Despite what people have tried to tell you, you do not delve deeper into Tris or your work to escape it all. No, you pull away from it, from everyone, from everything, until you get yourself sorted again. Except for those obsessions. This time, what has it been? Harry Potter, wands, creatures, House, ponies, Kier and Preston. Most of those are just distractions, maybe indirect relief if you get a good debate like you did... was it last night? The night before? It's alright not to remember. It's scary, but it's alright.

Kier. You know what he is to you. He's this, the expression of your frustration, turmoil, your depression made 'real'. It's yourself, as you want to be. With an excuse for how you're treated, what you feel. A bad one, but an excuse. You treat him badly, and you treat yourself badly, but you always give him happiness along the way and in the end. It's exactly what you deserve, too.

You don't have to feel silly for something so insignificant triggering this, all of these feelings, this need to fix things. You know that's how it works. You deal, things build up, and eventually, one thing is too much. It's alright.

You're going to cry tonight. And you won't want to talk. But they're going to talk to you. She's going to talk to you. You'll still be alone, in your room, in the dark, but it'll be alright. You'll be alright. And you'll honestly feel better. No faking. No masks.

You were always terrible at those, anyway.

When you're done with your obsessive rereading and editing, press submit. Share this. Don't keep it hidden. It'll be alright. And, try to actually eat your dinner.

[YourLuckyKeyblade]

Dear Diary,

Seriously, play your Nintendo 3DS you just bought and stop spending your time on avatar sites instead.

Sincerely,

Yourself.

[Gallagher]

Stop it.

It hasn't even been 12 hours since you last posted here.

You're not alone. You're not going to be alone. You're fine. Everyone is fine. It's alright.

Why don't you listen to yourself? They're not gone. No one is gone. No one hates you. You're a good person. It doesn't matter how you feel right now. You're not driving them away. You're not a fuck up. You're not. It's alright. You can live without messaging any of them at 6:35 in the morning. They're alright. You're alright.

Please stop thinking about the gun. You won't do it anyway, so don't drive yourself crazy with guilt.

You don't need to hear it to know you're good. You don't need to be told you've done well. It's nice, but you don't need it.

Please stop crying. You need your sleep.

Don't forget to turn the volume up. You'll feel worse if someone does message, and you miss it.

You're not broken.

You're not useless.

You're not hated.

[Fallen]

Dear Diary,

Holy hell...

- Fallen

[Lauv Keiko]

Dear Self,

You're addiction's kicking in. If ever it's hard to let go, please know when to stop, you're smart enough to do that.
Also, it's better to spend on food than on cigs.

-love, your lungs.

[littl3chocobo]

once upon a time there was a sad little bunny that felt only very happy or very sad but was always lonely no matter. one day the bunny met a dog and a mouse and they all became friends, a long time passed and the bunny hardly ever felt sad and sometimes just occasionally it felt not so lonely until one day it realized it had not felt lonely in a long time and the bunny was happy. then the mouse got sick and began to spend less and less time with the bunny and the dog but it was ok too, the bunny understood it's friend needed to get better and tried to take the loss in stride but the loneliness started coming back. this mad bunny sad and mouse knew it and so despite needing to stay healthy muse spent what time she could with bunny and dog and for a while they were happy, then one day dog's master started to call on her more and dog could spend less time with bunny and mouse and the sad which had barely begun going away came back and mouse seeing this put more effort into making bunny happy but bunny could not be consoled and this made mouse sad and mouse began to grow more ill and soon bunny began being left alone as it had been in the beginning. bunny, not being the sort to have empathy for mouse and dog soon grew mean and started mistreating mouse and fighting with dog and causing messes all over the place. dog tried to be firm but could not always be there, mouse tried to be understanding but had her own troubles leaving bunny to grow surlier and unhappier and the loneliness swelled so much inside of it that nothing short of constant and consistent attention could assuage the dull twisting ache until one day

[Hero]

Dear Diary
Why is it that I miss his company?
I ran and hid myself from the judging eyes of the world.
Why do I sit here so pathetically? Not taking action.
Just sitting here numb, hoping something will happen.
The emptiness is finally catching up to me and I guess I can't run away anymore.
I'll just end up sitting here, being devoured by this cruel world. By my own black heart.
Why is it that my emotions just seem to bottle itself up and then drown me in them?
Why do I still not know who I am?
I feel so hopeless. I don't think I can get through this this time.
I'm not strong enough...I'm too tired from running all the time.
I'll just get eaten and life will move on.

[YourLuckyKeyblade]

Dear Self,

Stop letting your mental disorder get in the way and just enjoy life. Don't let it ruin you. Look forward to every day and make the best of it.

[Ginger]

Dear diary,

Why does everyone seem so unhappy? Is it the economy? Is it personal problems? Why do they act like nothing is wrong? Why do they pretend, put on a face, hide? Why do they think no one understands them, when a certain percentage of people on Earth are facing the same exact problems? Why can't they try harder to change something in their lives to increase their happiness?
Are they unhappy because of something I've done?

Or is it just me? Am I asking pointless questions? Should I stay or should I go?

I know what I want to do, but I don't know how to get there. What can I do to start my life?

[Kali_Namir]

Dear ____________,

RAWR WHY YOU GET OFF BEFORE GIVE ME STRAIGHT ANSWER!!!

GAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Sincerely,
Frustrated

[Meizicht]

Dear PayPal;

So first I was suddenly railroaded by a sudden locking of my account. No reason, just for the fun of it, right? I looked at your compromise about how to fix the "problem" that you "ran into" with my account - although I think it's HIIILLAAAAARIOUS that you don't even tell me what this "problem" is - and you tell me that I have to just hand over my Social Security number, my Tax information, my utility bills and a photo ID... even though the most I've had in my account was $50 at one time? Uh sure, let me just hand over my ENTIRE IDENTITY TO STRANGERS OVER THE INTERNET.

Yeah, no thanks.

So I ignore you for a while. After all, I only have one cent in there. But you tell me that I also cannot close my account either... which is useless. I can't do anything with you now. Of course, I'm frustrated - or rather, plain pissed - so I decided maybe you'd answer my questions though customer service like everyone else does, and we can be happy again.

Instead, I get automated responses everywhere. Not one of them tells me what the "problem" is. I guess whatever "problem" it is, isn't important enough to tell me? You know, because.. it's not like this has to do with all my bank information. Or my identity. I mean the "problem" could be someone used my account without my knowledge, but pffft, like that's important enough to tell me, right? Right.

At this point, I find out this has been scattered around and growing to more users since 2011. Because of the IRS wanting to tax large business accounts that move around tons of money all the time. Well I am not a large business, nor do I have a business account. My account says personal use and like hell I'd be moving anywhere near $2k in and out of it. So why me? Ridiculous.

Alright so I decided not to deal with you, and just use my debit card for everything, thinking that was a quick solution as far as buying stuff goes.

Oh no. Ooooohhh no.

Now I know what the "problem" is. You hate MasterCard debit cards. That's why my account was locked. That's why you wont let me pay for anything at all. That's why I can't use MY money for anything, since you are the middleman everywhere.

Unless I switch banks to one who uses Visa or something that isn't MasterCard. What the fuck.

Oh here's what your administrator said to some other people who were lucky enough to talk to a HUMAN:

After some googling since nobody else would help me with this damn problem I find others having the same or similar problems.

"Actually, anyone can contact us and we can review the account. But there's no guarantee we'd be able to tell you how to make your payment; we don't have the ability to override our security model."

"Actually, anyone can contact us and we can review the account. But there's no guarantee we'd be able to tell you how to make your payment; we don't have the ability to override our security model."

"Actually, anyone can contact us and we can review the account. But there's no guarantee we'd be able to tell you how to make your payment; we don't have the ability to override our security model."

What kind of incompetent-... Your own admins can't even do anything! How efficient.
-___-

So ohey, my money is useless now. Because my bank uses MasterCard. Something totally out of my control. Love you too, Paypal. It sucks that you're the only payment method of most everything I use.

Thank you for royally screwing me.

Sincerely,
A customer never giving you his patronage ever again.

[Asami]

Dear diary,
you are stronger than this. Don't do it. Don't do it. Please don't.

Love yourself.

[Ginger]

To everyone in my life,

Why can't you stop doubting me and what I want to do? Why can't you just help me? You have everything I need. It's not being used anyway and I really, really need it as soon as possible, at least to get started.

Thanks.

[Asami]

Dear diary,
Here you go again on a downward spiral. You really need to stop being a cry baby. You are fat. Go throw up. Do it. Its the only way you can be skinny. You know the drill. Everything you need to do. Stay away from knifes though if they catch you again, you will be sent the a center. You are a cancer to everyone. No one really likes being around you. You just annoy people. You don't have any real friends. I laugh at you for thinking this. Why would anyone like a worthless piece of trash such as yourself.

Sincerely yourself.