[Echo-chan713]

Dear Mark,

Why would you do this to me? You say that you love me then telling me after last night you say that you say random things when your horny. GO AND DIE hope your next relationship suffers. I feel so used and taken advantaged of. I made such an impact on you and now you throw it in my face.

How can you say those things with a straight face?

Hope your next relationship suffers greatly like the last one.

WHORE.

(Got that out of my chesticles) :)

[Fizzyology]

Dear Grandpa,

Thank you so much for being there at my wedding. I never said it but I was so happy that you were there, despite the pain that you had been going through. I know you were never good at expressing yourself, and you always put your family before yourself.

I'm sorry I wasn't there when your cancer spread, and you were stuck to the hospital bed in your house. It was just so hard and awkward to be around you. I didn't know what to say or how to act, not medications they put you on changed you, and you acted so differently, like you didn't care if you died.

God I miss you so much. I know that I should be happy that you're in a better place and you're not in pain anymore, but I can't help but wish you were still here so I can see you again.

In 11 days from now, it'll be the first anniversary of your death and I don't know how things are going to be. I'm worried about grandma, she nearly lost it on the day it was supposed to be your 50th wedding anniversary. I'm afraid that Mom will end up in a mental facility again and I don't think Dad can take that again.

I wish you were here to see your great grandchild. She's so cute. Tabitha may not have been attached to you as much as I was, but I know she still wishes you could have seen her baby.

I keep having to take breaks to type this up, it still hits hard when I think about you.

When Grandma said she found the recording of my wedding that you took I was so happy. I thought it had been lost. And when I heard your voice for the first time in months when I watched it, I couldn't stop crying.

And that nightmare, I can't get it out of my head. I can't stop thinking about how I dreamed picking up the phone and hearing your voice clear as day asking me for help, and when those two angles told me you were in hell. I was so scared when I woke up. I know that it was just a nightmare and it's not true, you're in HEAVEN, but I can't stop thinking about it.

I'd give my life if it meant you could get out of hell. At the same time, I feel angry with myself because I was HAPPY to hear your voice, asking me for help or not, I was HAPPY.

I want to see you again so much. I miss you more then I can bare sometimes. Even with Patrick there to help me there's just times where I feel like I'm helpless without being able to hear my Grumpy playfully joke with me.

Please be alright in Heaven Grandpa, and give me the strength to wait to see you until it's my time.

I love you so much and I'll never stop missing you.

[Fallen]

Dear ***,

Me editing this post only shows the twisted relationship we have. I feel horrible any time I tell you something I know you need to hear, whether to your face or not, but I feel horrible when I don't speak up because I know you need to hear it. After 8 years, I still am having difficulty accepting you into my immediate family. I'm sorry I don't love you as a father, but at the same time I'm not...? I don't even know anymore.

[Vox]

Dear Catty Gay Men,

Don't think that because you're gay, that it makes you exempt from all criticism. I am sick of your cattiness, I am sick of your male domination coupled with a feminine whininess, I am sick of your smugness and your judging all by beauty and style instead of substance and honor. With you, everything is good so long as it gets cool points and pisses all over anything holy. You're not cool. You are shit. Don't think for a moment that anyone respects you. They fear your sharp tongue and toxic words, and worry about you forcing them out of a job with your unfairness. You act as if everyone's judging you: turn that gaze on yourself, you hypocrites. You shit up the works and then complain that you're having a bad day. Get off your high horse, admit you're not better than anyone else, and please do shove your testicles in a meat grinder, as pain and loss of testosterone would do you good, as well as the humiliation you so richly deserve. I am sick of you catty gays. You give the humble ones a bad reputation they did nothing to earn. You even have the shitty ethics to marry honest women, and make them feel like crap when you cheat on them with men. Who the hell asked you to fuck up the lives of others, just because you're feeling uncomfortable with yours? And why the hell are you so indignant when others call you on it, even getting them fired for complaining about your shittiness? Has self-centeredness and selfishness curdled your diseased brain entirely, so you no longer care about right and wrong, as long as you're getting laid?

You act like everyone who dislikes you is stupid, bad, ignorant and crazy. Look in the mirror, you piles of garbage. You are ignorant, intolerant, prejudiced, bigoted, stupid and morally corrupt. It's not a church thing. It's you acting like asses and fucking over other people, expecting a free pass. Businesses were bending over backwards (ha) to promote you to positions of importance and you took that opportunity to get revenge on anyone who didn't agree with your lifestyle. You want tolerance? Learn to be tolerant. You want a pleasant atmosphere? Learn to be pleasant and stop terrorizing others. It's you creating the tension, not them. And you still have the gall to cast blame on others and make them cry.

If there is justice, possibly the military will accept you, and place you on the front lines.

[Juneberry]

Dear Mother:

Thank you so much for hiding again. Father and I are already completely broke when we're on nothing more then Social Security Disability- we relied on the income you sent us once a month to help us pay the bills. Now we're trying to get that up and running thanks to the government of two separate states, but they can't even find you to do so! Why do you feel you can't even help your daughter, after vanishing from my life ten years ago? Was I really that much of a burden to you? I know you wanted to have me because you'd hoped pregnancy would allow you to rid of your Crohn's for good, and I know that by being born a month premature I ruined that hope after eight months of blissfully not having to deal with the problem...But you ruined my life even before I was born thanks to your poor genetics along with father's and your drug use even when I was in the womb. Can't you at least be kind enough, after 18 years of medical torture and mental abuse- after ten years of realizing my mother didn't even care- to have some sort of heart and help both me and the man you supposedly loved since you were thirty or so?

Sorry for the hostility, but I really needed to get that point across.

From,
The Daughter You Left Behind.

[Vox]

Dear Hipster Shit,

PSYCH!!!!!

I'm so glad others see you for what you are.

C:

[Delirium]

Dear Death

I know that everyone gets a lifetime, but did you have to stop and take away our perfect kitty girl so soon? She was only six years old and on Thanksgiving morning as well. We still have not adjusted to the loss of Moon-Sugar. At least we can thank you for a quick death and hope that when it time for the others to pass on that they may go as quickly, but more peacefully. I still have to get up and work this morning. It was a meager and poor Thanksgiving both heart wise and monetary. My throat gets tight just thinking about how much we miss you Shuggie. Be at rest, and soon our hearts will ache less with your loss.

[Echo-chan713]

Dear Mom,

Why do I get blamed for everything I do, it's a part of growing up is making my own mistakes & making decisions is a part of growing up and it seems that you won't let me. Then you become a total bitch to me @ Thanksgiving over a filet knife if I get cut from a knife it won't be a big deal I've been through worse than a cut from a filet knife, and tell you douchebag husband to buy a new chefs knife because he broke it on an 18 lbs worth of turkey cause he's a dumbass.

And you being hypocritical on parenting is total bullshit like when your husband says whatever you don't care but when I say whatever I get yelled at and say to respect your elders. You don't have an AARP card on older than 60/70 so your not an elder, suck on that.

I hate when you compare me to my sister because she gave you a Grandson @ 20, has a boyfriend, has a job, and living on her own while I feel like a homeless person that don't even want children and yet you push me to have one, you even pushed me to marry someone that I just baely went out with, but we know each other @ 18. You're suppose to be a parent that helps their children's self esteems and obvisiously you don't do that to me, you make me fel like shit that why I didn't say I am thankful for my family. Because my family is Shit to me.

From, Your bastard daughter that can die or will die sooner or later

[Fallen]

Dear Homework,
Anger, anger, anger, anger, ANGER, ANGER, ANGER.
FOR FLIP'S SAKE, DIE ALREADY! D<
Love, You're To-Be Murderer,
-Fallen.

[Rem]

dear you, dear me -

so what is it, if something matters to me, but doesn't matter to you, the way you view it trumps all hunh...i can't believe you said that, seriously. that is -really- what you think it's about? are you kidding me..that makes me sound so ridiculously fuckin petty, and if you actually think i could be that petty to have made it about -that- ... that hurts. i know you can't really think that.
god it's just so frustrating
this is all so goddamn fucking frustrating
this is -intolerable-
and goddamnit those are my moments he's stealing
my experiences..-my- memories! fucker!!
what the fuck am i even doing this for
(i know what i'm doing this for but is it worth it)
fucking god this hurts
this has got to be worth it in the end its just got to be

- brain

[Echo-chan713]

Dear Diary,

To anyone that read my post have a Happy and Safe Holidays from Prancer

From, Echo-chan713

[Uke]

Dear Precious,

I used to call my journal that in middle school...

I hate that I can offend someone else by having horrible self-esteem.

How does that even work?

'I'm mad at you because you don't like yourself.'

Seems silly to me...

-TIB

[Apagracia]

dear AJ,

i know what i did was wrong on a lot of levels, but it was the right thing to do for everyone involved. it wasn't an easy decision, and it wasn't made lightly. your dad wasn't a nice person. hell, i wasn't a nice person. i'm still not.

i want you to understand that the decision i made was because i loved you, not because i didn't.

it's been seven years now. please let me go.

yours,
Gracey

[johnny]

Dear...

You were my best friend for years. I never even met you, but I talked to you every day. I could share everything with you and I could laugh with you and you could share anything with me. I don't know what happened to make you suddenly stop talking to me, but I wish I did so I could fix it.

You're still on my buddy list. I promised myself I'd try to talk to you again, if you ever signed on. I'm not sure if I'll actually do it - obviously you don't want to talk to me, or else you would've tried to during the last year we haven't been speaking. Not that it's mattered so far, though; you haven't signed in for a week, now. Have you changed your screen name? It's the last connection I have to you. If you have changed it, you're lost to me forever now.

It's a bit ironic that, now that I actually want to try and rebuild the bridge that had... well, not exactly "burned" down, but fallen apart from disuse, perhaps... now that I want to do that, you seem to be gone for good. I wonder if I'm going to regret not reaching out again forever? Every time I talk to someone over the internet, I think, "Why can't I connect with this person like I did with [you]?" What was it in that little window of teenage life that allowed me to make a best friend over the Web, that I can't manage to hold a conversation for more than ten minutes with anyone else?

On January 9, 2011 I will turn 21. It will also be the eighth anniversary of the day I sent you an email, requesting to join your website. The eighth anniversary of when we "met". I wish I could celebrate it with you, as your friend again. I wish I could, once more, exchange silly "e-gifts" with you. I wish I had in-jokes again. I wish for a lot of things, but most of all I wish I knew what happened that stopped you from being my friend.

I'm sorry.

[Echo-chan713]

Dear Nikko,

I can't wait forthe NYE ball to see you again, I haven't seen you guys since the beginning of November. The gift isd all wrapped up and ready to be surprised and happy over.

Do you have horns? No you dont, but they're there; do you now why?
Because at least I don't have a fat neck.

^ I'm not sure that you get tired of the quote or it gets too old for you but why not.

Echo-chan713

[Uke]

Dear self,

Why can you give others advice that you yourself cannot follow?

You're hopeless.

-Self