Sometimes I feel like there's is not a one in this world who wants to talk to me. There are days when I feel entirely shat on, and for no good reason.
Why is it that when I need someone the most, there is absolutely no one. It's not like I'm not reaching out. No one seems interested. You really have a talent at kicking me when I'm down.

Sincerely,
Someone who just needs a friend.

Dear.. J.
It's not all about you, eh? I've never been anything but nice to you. Why do you always feel the need to get under my skin? Yea, it may be fun for you, but it eats at me for days on end. Which you have no idea about. Speaking of which, you seem to be obsessed with this notion that you have me all figured out, for some stupid reason. You know nothing about me. Nothing.
If I tried to tell you that these things bother me, you'd tell me to stop being so sensitive.
This is coming from someone who stopped fucking talking to me, THREE times, for absolutely no reason. I wonder if you have any idea how tiring dealing with you is.

Some love, because when it's good, it's good,
Me

CAN YOU JUST GO AWAY ALREADY, YOU'RE SOOOO UGLY AND ANNOYING!!!!


SERIOUSLY. GTFO.

Generally, when one cleans out YOUR fucking guinea pig cage, and gives YOUR pets a bath, and throws out YOU fucking garbage, you at least say thanks.
You're boyfriend is a controlling fuck head, and he's turned you into a fat, lazy, rude fucking slob. I could go on and on.
I'm never anything but nice to you, and you've no fucking reason to be mean. It'd be nice if we could sit down and talk, and work this out, but you are such a fucking child that it's near impossible. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to get you evicted. Oh but wait, I can't, because you still owe money on the couch, and I could get fucked over. Wonderful.

Please Move out.

Dear gas station air pumps,

It's bad enough that we have to cough up for air (if we aren't spending $100 on half a tank of gas) in one of the richest places in the world. What is this, Total Recall? ...And, on top of that, you only take quarters! This is an age where you can swipe your debit card in a gumball machine, but you haven't even figured out how to take anything other than one type of coin. God forbid I only have 25 cents in dimes and nickels.

Sincerely,
Less frustrated with a bicycle pump

i know how this sound like but, CAN YOU JUST COME NOW, LIKE NOW.

Seriously, I'm not really happy that you're not on time, I knw that I'm not pregnant, but still, you could come on time this time.


no love,
n.

Why is it when, anytime a good song comes out, you have to molest it, and turn it into a crappy abortion of a re-mix?

Dear trolls at IMDb,

You're not funny, you're not witty. You're just plain stupid.  I made a post asking people if they've seen characters from a certain TV series in other roles, that's not the same as asking what else have they been in.  I'm asking if people themselves have seen them in different things and IMDb does not provide that directly.

You say there's a site to look up things people have been in, no shit sherlock, why do you think I'm at IMDb asking questions like that? You're really fucking stupid.  IMDb doesn't give away what people have seen unless they are asked or volunteer the information, IMDb just lists what the actors and actresses have been in.  Next time learn to actually read the question before thinking you have something "clever" and "witty" to say.

To more trolls like you, I specifically asked a certain group of shippers what they thought about an alternate ending, not just anyone, and I love how you answer the question anyway even though you're the biggest hater shipper of the couple I asked about.  There is a reason why I put what do XY shippers think! Then again, you're the type of troll that does things to purposely piss people off.

Trolls who go online to see where they can use sarcasm anywhere and those who answer questions that don't have anything to do with them need to get lives.

Please get a life,
me

Dear dumb ass folks who use people's deaths to create drama,

Simply put: get over yourself.  You're right, there are two sides to every story and I believe my friend that she was the one who was emotionally abused which in turn led to her death.  Not only did she lose one person, she lost two people she thought she could trust who betrayed her behind her back.  It really makes me sick to think that people don't see anything wrong with so called "friends" dating a "friend's ex."  I think the world is big enough where I don't have to hook up with a guy who has gotten with one of my friends.  Plus, I don't stab my friends in the back and I'm not a fan of sloppy seconds!  You act like it's so easy for my friend to get over a guy she had two kids with, pretty much everything with.  Why don't you be in her position and see how quickly you'd get over it?  You'd have to see the guy almost daily depending on how often you see your kids, not to mention she has to see her ex with a bitch of an ex-"friend" on top of that.  It really amazes me that people see nothing wrong with "friends" dating "friend's" exes.  She lent my friend a shoulder to cry on about her ex and then she gets with him behind her back?  Hopefully bad karma bites you bitches in the asses for thinking the way you do.

My friend had absolutely no reason to lie to me about what her ex did to her.  I don't even know the guy and wouldn't really talk to him/see him only if I was with my friend, and from when I met him once or twice, I didn't really like him.  The only people defending him I noticed are some of the bitches that went to school with him who probably had a crush on him or something.  Some people who went to school with him also didn't like him but I noticed that many people who do defend him are those who actually think they "know" him.  It's called being "manipulative." Look it up!!!

And judging by your bull-headed attitudes thinking you can tell people what to do...you'll probably get yourselves into trouble for some other reason.  I can't stand people who come out of nowhere haven't talked to my friend in years, the first thing they do is try to pick out something on her page to cause drama.  Me making a facebook memorial page isn't a big deal, besides trust me when I say if she were alive, she would have wanted me to be the one to make it for her anyway.  Her real parents abandoned her and even her adoptive father abandoned her.  The difference between me and you lot who abandoned her from the past, I didn't give up on her.  I may have taken a break a little while because I couldn't stand her needing help from me all the time, but I eventually talked to her again, you all from the past turned your backs on on her and if it weren't for her death, you wouldn't even be posting on her facebook page or contacting her family.  I saw the guest list at the viewing and it makes me sick that you fake people actually had the nerve to show.

What goes around comes around.~

-Me :)

Dear Etsy sellers,
Stop telling me I need to raise my prices. There's a reason my stuff sells and yours doesn't. It's because I don't charge insanely unreasonable prices for things I can easily make more of. If you want your stuff to sell, maybe you should lower the prices, or something. But really, stop asking me to raise mine. I don't want to be on the same pathetic tier as you, crying about how no one ever buys anything I make. 
Quite honestly, which is better? Selling one piggy bank for $75, or selling a lot of piggy banks for about $20 each? More people would buy them if they weren't so expensive, and you'd be up to your eyebrows in money before you knew it.
But that's just my opinion. You know... Based on experience.

Dear Cousin,
Why in the world, after a long, long stretch of unemployment, are you complaining about having a job? You've only had the job for a week! You're a high school drop-out with a history of getting fired for your own stupidity. You'd think finally having a job so that you wouldn't have to be entirely financially dependent on your father and living with your elderly grandparents would make you happy. One week--one week!--after getting your new job, you complain that you have to work two jobs and that none of your friends were at work tonight. Well, boo hoo. You have two part time jobs, one of which requires you to work maybe two hours a night for your mom (when you aren't too mad at her to work for her). I doubt your part-time jobs even add up to a full-time job, which is not an unreasonable amount of work to be expected of you. And when I said something to you about it, you got all pissed at me. I explained to you that I was just shocked that you couldn't even spend a few weeks being grateful for having a job before you started to whine.
 
Look, I have a job for this summer, and it's not a job a particularly want. It's not doing something I enjoy. But I'm not going to whine about it because I've been unemployed for a year and a half, and I'm grateful to have any job. I don't like having to be supported by my family, even though I still live with my parents while I'm in college. The unemployment rate in our state is about 10%. There are many, many people who would like to have your job, people with kids to support, or with actual work ethic. You, with your lack of education, skills, or good job history, are very lucky to have a job, especially one you can enjoy. And yes, people complain about their jobs--it's hard, it's boring, their coworkers are idiots--but people with sense don't complain that they HAVE a job. I suppose you liked being a leech with everyone mad at you all the time better. And saying a bunch of nonsense about how hard you've always worked and how if anyone deserves the right to complain about their job it's you, is just a bunch of crap, to be frank. I have no sympathy for you saying you are tired, because you stay up all night! If you don't want to be tired, keep a responsible schedule like an adult. Your laziness, lying, and shiftlessness have long been the largest source of contention in our family. Hard times should make you more grateful for the good things in your life.
Still love you, cause you'll always be my cuz,
Me

Dear alarm clock,

PLEASE WORK PROPERLY THIS WEEK. I know you like to be fickle, but I can't afford to be late for that midterm on Tuesday. Especially since it's the class I need to get up early, avoid the commute, and probably sit in construction traffic to get to! Please work with me, just this once?

Begging on hands and knees,
a college student.

--
Dear MLP fandom,

Stop treating "The Last Roundup" as the Derpy Episode. I never understood your obsession with her before this, and I sure as hell don't understand it now. That episode tugged at my heartstrings because Applejack's situation was a dead ringer for more than a few situations I've been in lately, and having such a good story get shoved aside in favor of "OMGZ DERPY!!!!1!" by any other fan I talk to about it is really pissing me off.

No love,
an Applejack fan.

You're not serious, are you?
Are you honestly mad at me for finding new friends?
You are all in different classes, I was alone every day. It's only natural I tried to get close to someone.
Besides you left me alone when I had one of my break-downs, when my depressions hit me again and you didn't even really care. You never really cared, all you did was discuss stupid stuff. Discuss, discuss, discuss.
And on top of that you were angry at me for going to a party with other people?! You don't even like to go clubbing. YOU TOLD ME! You have absolutely no right to be angry at me. I love clubbing, I love music, I love dancing...and I absolutely won't give that up for you.
Either you learn to deal with the fact that I know/like other people, talk to me or just leave it. I'm honestly tired of this bullshit and I have other problems to deal with.
Besides...you have other friends, too. You spend time with them alone, too. Do you see me hating on you?!

No love (at the moment)
me


Dear K

You're a fucking bitch and I hope you know that. I never really liked you. You're manipulative, always pretend to be cute, loud and obnoxious.

No love
me

Dear Microwaves,

There is no need to finish your beeping routine after I've opened the door. If I open the door, it means I've acknowledged that you have completed cooking my food, therefore it is unneccessary to continue announcing it. Doing so only gives me the urge to throw you against a wall, and throw what's left of you in front of a street paver.

The least you could do (next to what you're doing right now, which is nothing) is stop beeping when I push the stop button or something, if opening the door doesn't convince you that I know what was cooking is fucking done.

Best Regards

Dear Asshole drivers,

You fucking suck as well.  Honestly, I can't stand how many idiots try to pass me on the road when I'm already fucking going 10 miles over the speed limit trying to keep up with traffic. I always watch my speed so I know how fast I'm going.  I've only ever gotten a speeding ticket once and that was years ago.  The hilarious part is you aggressive drivers rush to a red light, and you wonder why I don't drive too fast anyway because the light is already red.  What are you rushing to anyway punks?

Hope you get pulled over for speeding dick wads!!!

Yeah, I'll give you the fucking finger if I see you trying to pass me and when you do pass me, I'll tail you until you turn onto a different street if I feel like it.  Try to pass me again assholes.

me

Dear S,

Did you seriously just text my boyfriend claiming that I ignored you when you asked if I wanted to hang out? Seriously? I wrote back to you saying "I don't feel like going out tonight" and you wrote back TWO MINUTES LATER saying "Okay, let me know if you change your mind!" I have the proof on my phone! I never changed my mind either. Why can't you just text me about it? Why do you have to bring him into it? I feel like I'm being babysat and you just tattled on me for doing something "bad."

I am so sick of this! You are 35 years old! Stop acting like a pissy teenager when people don't want to go out with you! It's not the end of the world when someone doesn't want to go out on a Saturday night! But really, to blatantly lie, when I obviously have proof on my phone, is just ridiculous. Maybe I don't want to go out in the snow, my street hasn't been plowed, I don't want to die tonight. Maybe I just need a night to myself. Maybe I don't feel like hanging out with you because you come over every freaking weekend and get drunk and stupid and I just need a break!

I'm tired of you coming over every weekend and pressuring me to take shots and drink more than my body can handle. No matter how many times I say NO, you keep pressuring me, it's getting old, and I feel like I'm in high school again when you're around. I'm 25, I shouldn't still be putting up with crap like that, and I feel like I can't have fun because I get so irritated when you won't just let things go! Oh yeah, and last week, when you made fun of me because I said I can't drink wine because of psychological reasons? Yeah, you know my mom is an alcoholic, put two and two together idiot!

I'm tired of everyone having to take your side when people are "mean" to you. I'm tired of listening to you talk about yourself all the time, and hearing all your "Poor me!" stories. Guess what? The world doesn't revolve around you! Other people have bad days, but you've never taken the time to listen to anyone else vent, it always comes back to your bad day, or your crappy life. I'm tired of you texting J all the time ever since you got a phone; you know we go to bed early because we work, why do you feel the need to send texts at all hours of the night? Why do you feel the need to text him when you know we're on a date? I'm tired of you inviting yourself along on all our dates. I'm tired of all your stupid comments when we don't invite you along to something. The last straw for me was last night you wanting us to come over after my sister's birthday, and to bring you whatever food was being served. Um, no, it's my sister's birthday, I don't get to see her often, I'm staying out late with her, and the food thing was just rude. Seriously, grow up.

I think what angers me the most, is the fact that I will never be able to tell you exactly how I feel about you because you will just go telling everyone what a bad person I am, and how I'm a control freak and never let J go out on his own, because that's what you say about all your friends' partners when you're mad at them! It's going to turn into some huge thing where I'm turned into the bad girlfriend and I don't feel like dealing with it. I've seen you do it to other couples, and I really don't understand why people continue listening to your stories, or being your friend. I'm really sorry your relationship didn't work out, but that gives you no right at all to go around trying to start crap and trying to break up everyone else's relationship. Honestly, if it weren't for J, I would have nothing to do with you. You are a mean, manipulative person. I am slowly reaching my breaking point. BACK. OFF.

No love AT ALL,

Me.

Dear V,

Stop being nice to me, stop making me laugh, just stop!
I know myself too well....this is not good.


Dear self,

Don't listen to your heart. It's not good. This is never going to happen. It won't work. It can't work!

xoxo
Exhausted student who should concentrate on more important stuff

Dear Stupid Ex Boyfriend,

I've spent YEARS thinking about you, carrying around all the baggage I accumulated after breaking up with you. You and I dated for 3 1/2 years and I've spent 3 1/2 years with you popping into my head and making me doubt myself and feel insecure. You've made me afraid of commitment and you made me feel worthless and undeserving.

We broke up because you felt that I wasn't good enough for you, that I wasn't good enough for you to move in with or marry. That I wasn't as smart as you were and wouldn't be able to achieve as much as you. You kept me around for a good time and you made me feel like I wasn't worthy enough to be in your future.

Then I find out today that you never became any of the things you wanted to be. You failed, and if I had stayed with you I would have been a fat, miserable failure right with you. You married the first girl willing to date you after we broke up, someone who is fatter and uglier than I am, and your wedding involved plastic cups, picnic tables and your dance floor was a basketball court. You got rejected from medical school and had to go to ASU for some bullshit masters degree. Remember when you told me that you thought that I would never be able to get into the same grad school as you? Well, I have the option to go there for an MBA this year, and it will be completely paid for by the company I work for. And to top it all off, I find out that you're an IT technician, JUST LIKE ME. You have a B.S. in biology and a masters degree and you and I have the SAME EXACT JOB. We even both work for the government at a state institution.

I'm in love with a wonderful, amazing man, and man who wants to marry me and spend the rest of his life with me. I've traveled to places you'll probably never see. I got the dog I always wanted but you would never allow me to have because "dogs freak you out". You got really, really, disgustingly fat (I shouldn't be able to see your moobs so clearly through a thick ugly sweater). I feel SO MUCH BETTER, it's like a weight has been lifted off of me, like I've finally gotten closure.

I'm happier than I've been in years, and it's not just because I can laugh at your situation. The piece of me that's always felt worthless and inferior seems to have melted away. All of a sudden I want to lose weight, adopt puppies, travel to exciting places, take cooking classes, meet new friends, make love to my boyfriend, and smile more. And most importantly I'm going to tell my boyfriend that I want to marry him after all because my doubt is finally gone, and I deserve the amazing, intelligent, attractive and caring man that he is. By the way, he got into two medical schools this year, suck on that.

I'm going to start enjoying my life more because living well is truly the best revenge.

Sincerely,
Girl who is going to stop remembering that you even exist.

Dear people with bright fucking headlights,

Fuck you and your bright fucking headlights.

Yours truly

Dear man who I have known for awhile who started to text me out of the blue constantly. Yes. I know I have some blame for giving you my number in the first place, but the impression you gave then was different from the one you're giving off now. No matter how many times I tell you no, and to stop calling me things like, "Baby," "Sweety," "Baby girl," "Cutie," "Sweet thing,". It's annoying and toddler talk.

You make it sound like we're in a relationship. I'm not interested in you one bit, so please give up. When I say, "No," I mean it. It's gotten to the point where I'm going to have to block your number. This guy has a history of being in jail. I hate myself for being to nice and giving those who are willing to change a second chance, but if you dare try to do anything to me in public if we encounter each other again I will call the police.

I can't take getting 10+ messages in a row asking me what am I doing, who am I with, why am I not with him, and if I can pick him up. You're the same age as me. Do you not have a drivers license and a car? To be honest I don't want to hang out with you after all the things you've been saying to me. Also, calling me at 1:00 in the morning isn't cool either. If it were an emergency, I'd understand. Not to call me for pillow talk.

I wish I could meet a guy who respects other peoples comfort zone and what to say and what not to say to people. Especially if we're not romantically interested. Oh, well. Good things come to those who wait, I suppose.

Dear boy,

I am not interested in you. I gave you a chance and you blew it. Isn't it obvious that I haven't spoken to you in months-a year or even replied to your messages? Please don't be THAT dense not to understand that nothing's ever going to happen between us. Go out there and find the right chick for you.

No Love but a lot of sympathy,
girl

You have told me several times how you think politics are "stupid" and a "waste of time"

So don't get me started when I get upset about NDAA passing the Senate and Obama deciding to no longer veto, and saying it's a good thing.

No, the potential for the government to use our military as a police force and imprision anyone who dissents is not a good thing.

Seriously, look up some information on things like this before trying to lecture me on politics.

With much annoyance,
J.

Dear D, I am sorry that you do not have anyone outside of me and all of my coworkers to rant to, but please PLEASE stop bitching to us about how much work sucks and no one does everything. WE KNOW. WE WORK THERE TOO! 

Please get your shit together and stop bitching. things wont change K will never properly get something fixed and they WILL keep putting bandaids on broken legs. 

Also, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE work just a smidge faster, it would be very nice to have things NOT get backed up because you can only take 1 box of of the track at a time and refuse to lift somewhat heavy stuff because you have a bad back though you bend and crouch very very easily for someone with as bad of a back as you say.

Lastly on sundays when we are putting the AD out, please work faster, you should not spend an hour in every isle. The managers told us to worry about the AD getting out before the store opens not the shelf being in disarray.

That is all.
Thank you
N

Dear suitemate,

I decided not to go to Boston with you and my roommate on Saturday for two reasons:

1. I spent time with you two weekends ago and my roommate hasn't had much time with you lately
2. I have a 10 page paper due next Monday and two major finals to study for

I'm sorry that you're annoyed by my choice, but I feel like K. deserves to spend some time with you.  And I need to buckle down and focus on school right now, because I've slacked horribly the past two months and it's come back to bite me in the ass.

It also doesn't help that I have practically no money at the moment and I need to save up for books next semester.

Sorry,
J.

People with 'Support Our Troops' Ribbons on their Car, Window, whatever...,

How are you supporting our troops, other than paying the same taxes as every other a-hole who may or may not have the same self-righteous bumper sticker on the back of their minivan, sometimes next to a fish-symbol belonging to a religion that's against violent force and preaches turning the other cheek? You're like the guy who likes to say "we won" after a game. No, "we" didn't win. They won. You probably sat on your ass, screaming through mouthfuls of hot dog. If you really want to support our troops, join the army. Till then, get your fucking yellow ribbons out of my face.

Dear elitists with a B.S. or studying for a B.S.,

I am awful at math and sciences. I could barely handle high school biology. So when you look down your noses at me and my double B.A. in English and French (subject matter that I'm actually, you know, good at) it makes me want to punch you and shove your condescending speech about I should be majoring in something useful if I'm concerned about my job market after graduation up your asses.

I have already been intimidated out of a degree in something I'm truly passionate about and talented in (Theater) because fucking everyone rolled their eyes at me and spouted shit about how unhelpful I was being to society.

Enough.

Leave. Me. Alone.

It'd be dangerous for me to building machines and developing medicines anyway. Chances are that I'd kill someone on accident.

Sincerely,
Me

Dear Friend,

Why must you be so depressed every time I talk to you? Why do you take any lemons live gives you and squeeze the juice right into your eyes? I try to be nice to you with whatever I can do but you always end up depressed because of "your parents' existence." That is no way to live, hating your own parents. Without them, you wouldn't have even been born, and don't you dare say you wish you weren't born. You're a good friend to me and always have been, and I try to return the favor but you always end up depressed. You only seem happy when this other friend comes on, who is equally as depressing as you. Both of you somehow find happiness in each others' sadness. I guess what they say is true, "misery loves company." Sometimes I think that's one of the only reasons you like that friend more than me, although I liked said friend before you did...

I don't know what else to ask you than to stop being so depressed all the time, but I know that won't change any time soon. All I can do in the meantime is to be there for you whether you want me to or not...

Sincerely,
Your very confused and conflicted friend.

Dear people I volunteer with,

Considering the fact that you recently elected me to the board of directors and made me secretary, I think I am entitled to know what's going on within the organization.  I have people asking me questions that often I cannot answer because no one ever calls me back when I call them, or answers my texts or e-mails.  I don't call, text or e-mail you unless I have a legitimate reason, because the majority of you, with the exception of two I can name, have no social skills.
I would prefer to socialize with people I work with, however, the only saving grace you have is that you treat cats with respect, and since we are a cat rescue, this is a pretty good quality to have.  But considering I have had to field questions from potential customers about why someone or another did not call them back regarding this or that feline they wished to adopt, and in so doing actually lost the adoption, I think something needs to radically change.
So here's my solution:  I will not contact any of you unless there is a legitimate question.  As I have the representative right to do adoptions now, I will just push them through myself and notify you if I need paperwork or just want to share the fact that I did an adoption all by myself - like yesterday.
Thank you for being good to our cats, because that's the best part about this volunteer job:  The cats.
I love working with the organization and wish to do so for many more years to come.

Sincerely, 
Secretary and youngest member who feels like the only adult in a sea of above-forty folks who want to turn everything into drama.

Dear Clingy Guy,

Get a clue already. Just because I'm nice doesn't mean I'm also willing to go out with you. Same with all of your female friends. We're nice to you because we see you as sort of a kicked puppy, not because we want to date you.

Sincerely,
That nice girl you keep asking out


Dear coworkers,

Don't poke fun at my phobias, height, name, or interests. You want to know why I have 'anger issues'? It's because of all of you. And some things I'm just not able to brush off or ignore, because they really do bother me. And thanks to the economy, I'm having a lot of trouble trying to get a new job and get away from you jerks.

No love,
The 'small angry girl'


Dear economy,

Please find a way to get yourself fixed. I'd like to have extra money again.

Sincerely,
A girl who wants more nice things

Dear Roommate,
I am not giving you "attitude", and if you or our suitemates try and talk to me much right after I wake up, I'm not going to be all sunshine and roses.  Furthermore, do not tell me to "check it".  I don't care if you're from a rough town and won't hesitate to hit me back, I will fucking punch you if you keep that up.

You're a really good friend and everything, but this needs to stop.  It's like the usual gentle needling you give me as a friend had ramped up and gotten really mean.

Sincerely,
your roommate/friend who isn't sure why you've gotten like this lately


Suitemates,
Same goes for you guys.  It's gotten to the point where I don't want to stay weekends anymore, and I would rather go home and be with the friends who I know won't treat me like crap.  Hell, I don't really know the girls in my sorority that well yet (because I just joined), but they're better friends to me than any of you right now.  Why are you guys ragging on me so much lately?

Sincerely,
your friend who just wants to know what she did to make all of you be so mean

Oy, dude,

Disagreeing with me about something is fine. Asking me if I'm six because I dislike it? No. That's insulting. I don't like the option because I don't like it, and damned if I have to explain myself to you, a faceless internet stranger.

Sod off.

Dear boss lady,

You're sick, I get it. But y'know what? EVERYONE is sick. Every last frickin teacher, myself included! And yet we're still trying to be civil, and deal with things in a way that doesn't include biting heads off. Also, being hypocritical about what we can and can't do isn't bringing me any sort of confidence.

Much annoyance because this is twice now and I haven't actually DONE anything to deserve it,
your disgruntled employee

Hey, you.

Yeah, you with the face. You with the bags under you eyes because you've barely slept for the past week.

You with the failing tests and the wangst and the procrastination-ESPECIALLY the procrastination.

Stop. Get your stupid life back on track.

Sincerely,
the one who has to deal with it all in the morning. 

Dear You,

I don't understand why you're angry with me.  I did nothing to hurt you, or your family.  I'm doing my best to live my life despite how things turned out between us.  What really bothers me is that you're accusing me of something you know I'd never do.  I loved you so deeply, and I loved you despite your past and your oddities.  I fought so hard to get you to open up and then you blow your emotions on someone who basically opens her legs for anyone.
I wish you knew, really, how badly this hurts me.  I wish you knew how badly you would just talk to me.  You don't understand how horrible this feels.  And the fact that I have to discuss this with your wife is insanity.
Please please stop being stupid.

Love and care ALWAYS

The Me You Used To Know

Dear Idiots,

I don't go to the library because I've come home with books that were coffee, tea and chocolate stained.

That's disgusting. Ebooks for me. You can keep your local library. I'll keep my Project Gutenberg.

- Me

I kinda really wanna do you...why?

Frustrated
Pouff

Dear Thumb,

Why are you still bitching about that little injury you sustained a whole week ago? Stop making me suffer!

--Clumsy Person


Dear School,

I hate you.

--Exhausted college student

To the woman who wouldn't hire me,

I'm the one that reported you to corporate for your weekly turn over rate.

I'm also the one that told corporate that you gave me the excuse "I think you'd be happier at a job with people in your age group."

Enjoy getting fired.

- The interviewee who can't make ends meet

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Dear I,

I call it as I see it and L was being LAZY. He didn't want to do the work himself, he kept telling people he needed help and then when I helped him all he wanted me to do was stand there and watch him work. I don't care who you think you are or who you think you know, I've been with the group for six months and you think you can tell me to shut up when I say L's lazy.

He was being lazy. He asked me for a ride afterwards and when I told him no, he got upset. It's not my job to help him. I do my work, show my progress and get results. If you think helping others out is what our group does, then you are sorely mistaken. When I need help and I ask I get the silent treatment, when a guy that's only worked with us a couple of weeks needs help and I help him out then I'm the bitch.

I left the group. Good luck explaining to F and IR why I left. I'm sure they'll appreciate one of their actors going missing.

- Formerly of the Valor Group

I will use any icon I want whenever I want, you are not the boss of me. Get over it.

Especially weird coming from a person who uses "Sadist" in their journal title & keeps a collection of cartoon yaoi and shota icons. Hypocrite much?

I get that you're trying to maintain a high standard of quality for the players and characters in your game, but seriously? I had over 2000 fucking words written by the time you were done with me, on top of making me wait over a week after I submitted. The minimum submission is gonna be about 850, tops.

This wouldn't bother me so much, but for several factors:

1)  The period of time I was made to wait between my initial application, and when you asked for my first revision. I get that you were probably busy, with homework and everything else, but you know what? So was I. It's not an excuse.

2) For the fact that I bothered to go through the rigamaroll of the revisions at all, you should have realized how badly I wanted this character. Normally, I wouldn't bother at all, least of all two revisions, plus all the appealing I did after you rejected my second revision.

3) Trying to talk to you is like trying to talk to a fucking recording. Considering how many times I tried to appeal your decision, the least you could grant me was the decency of giving me more than vague answers and canned responses as to what my application was missing. I don't like being spoken to like I'm an annoying customer. Show some fucking spine and tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it.

All in all, I'm pissed off with you. I'm pretty sure I know which of the two of you on-duty right now actually reviewed my app, but the last thing I'm going to do is confront you about it. I'm too pissed off to discuss it rationally. You make me want to drop out of this game altogether, for how much work I put in that was a complete fucking waste of my time. Livejournal Roleplay is supposed to be something fun, and I do it for exactly that reason; it's a fun waste of time that I can spend brainpower on without having to think too hard.. You're making it so it's not fun for me any more. I don't like that.


No love,

That guy who apped Ellis a week ago

Dear idiot ex,

Contrary to YOUR belief, I do not want you back.  I don't want anything to do with your lazy bullshit.  I'm sick of hearing the rumors YOU spread about me among the friends we seem to miraculously share, given that we made them together before I left your lazy ass.  Contrary to YOUR belief, they tell me everything.  And I'm not amused, asshole.
Let's get this straight:  I am not pregnant with your baby.  I did not leave you just to be with S.  I did not cheat on you - ever.  I am not attempting to sabotage your life, but I will fucking end it if you can't keep your stupid mouth shut.
You lied to me, you told me things I can't even BELIEVE I believed then.  You slept with H and told me she raped you...  I know it was a mutual sleeping-together.  You backtracked and lied and played the victim when there was no reason to do so. If anyone was the victim, it was H and me.  Because you fucked up her reputation by accusing her of raping you, and you totally destroyed my life.
I had to start again from square one because of you.  You destroyed my will to go on.  You never thought of anyone but yourself.
It has been almost a full year.  I am happy with my man who is also my best friend, and you are still alone and unhappy because you can't get your act together.  Go get a job, take a shower a day, change your fucking clothes, and stop blaming your troubles on other people, especially not me or your own mother, who tried, God love her.  She tried.  And you just spurned every piece of advice anyone ever gave you.
No wonder you'll never be happy.

I am done with all of you giving me shit for everything I do. 

Seriously, it's fucking annoying as shit. 

I draw what I want on my shoe for my initiation, I don't have to explain why I drew it. 

I don't need to listen to you all criticizing practically everything I say.  Sometimes I phrase my sentences funny, but that's just something I do.  It most certainly is not something for you to pick at.

And stop fucking looking at me like I'm a moron for saying I like comedies over drama movies.  You're such a friggin' film snob...and you wonder why I don't like telling you things I like anymore.  I like laughing, and thus I like things that make me laugh.  You have no right to judge me for enjoying things like Jackass.  You also can quit judging me because I've never seen Titanic-I don't really want to see it anytime soon, and I'm fine with that.

I love you guys, really-but stuff like this makes me want to go home every single weekend, where my friends actually understand me.

Much Annoyance,
J.

Dear Self,

Seriously? You're at (as you're constantly reminded) the best University in the world. You missed your offer, but still got in. You love the course (even if the essays are ridiculous). You slogged through 2 years of IB at college, hating every day of it, to get to this uni to do this course.

So why aren't you happy?

It's all very well saying you're not settled and you're homesick and you don't think anyone likes you, but you know that's absolute nonsense. When you put on facebook you were feeling a little homesick, how many people knocked on the door bearing chocolate/commented saying they felt the same/invited you round for cuppas? You need to get the hell over your Social Anxiety and make some reciprocal effort every once in a while, maybe then you'd feel a little more connected to people.

Oh, and please stop worrying about home. Everyone is coping fine without you - you'll be home to help out again in, what, 6 weeks? Mum can survive until then. And even if anything does go wrong, you'll be contacted. So stop stressing!

Lots and lots of love, because you need it, and a little hate too, because you're being stupid,

Yourself. X

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Dear Social Anthropology Essay,

Please write yourself... I know exactly what to put in you, I could talk about your title for hours, but you're really not translating to written word very well. =/

Quite a bit of love, because you're a pretty cool subject,

Weary Fresher

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Dear Rowing Team,

PLEASE take me off the mailing list! I don't want to row; the fact that I haven't shown up for the last several outings should be a bit of a giveaway. It's wasting everyone's time to put me down for outings when I'm not going to go, as it means the boat is one person short - surely you should know that? Come on!

Love because you're lovely people, just a little pushy!

Weary Fresher

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Dear Boyfriend,

I love you (just had to get that out there), but it is your birthday on Tuesday and you have given me no indication of what you would like. Seriously, at this rate all you're getting for your 20th birthday is the Extended Edition LOTR boxset (which I know you'll love, but for your 20th, it's not really enough...).

All of the loves in the world ever,

Your girlfriend XXXXX

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Dear workload,

I'm not sure how to put this. Yes, I love the course and am fascinated by the work I have to do for it... but I'd also like a little more time to induldge my actual passion in life - writing fiction. I hate to break it to you, but if I thought I had a smidgen of talent (enough to support myself with), I'd probably drop you tomorrow to pursue it. No offence. So maybe lighten up a little? Just a tiny bit? No one else would complain...

Mixed love,

Unfulfilled Fresher

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Dear Self (again),

You keep saying you want to write.

So write.

It's not complicated. You don't need to sleep as much as you do, you could easily give up an hour a day to write... Maybe you'll never be good enough to take it anywhere, but you love it more than anything else, and giving up makes you miserable (you proved that at college...).

So do yourself a favour, and schedule in some "writing time", OK? Trust me, you'll feel better in the long run...

With love and exhasperation,

Yourself. X

Dear "Hot" radio station,

You're a Nickelback-free radio station. Why can't you be an Adele free one, too?

I live alone in this place. It's hard not to feel sadness when I think of all the times I've helped others. I do feel ashamed, to even complain.

I don't have many friends, you know this... depressed, reserved, yet loyal, you know this. I don't often bother you with my petty issues... my dispositions to regress from those situations is harmful and yet when I need someone just as awful. Don't want to hurt anyone, nor do I want create a scenario where I become hurt from the people who are suppose to love me.

Upset... So many times, you've said "I love you." You say "I love you" to everyone though, it has no meaning. I'm just a foolish girl.

And you! You allowed me believe you'd give me a ride to the skatepark whenever you could, but haven't. And you also knew how homesick I am. Yet you left without me. Everyday we had spent in spring drinking coffee, my treat...

And you, you're my own blood and you'd rather look up youtube videos than just comfort me with small talk.

And you, you asked me about my artwork and yet when I tried to call, text or email you, you didn't reply. I'm certainly not overbearing, I've only tried once each time. I was nice and even said it was okay to use the picture I drew as a t-shirt graphic. I cared about you when you were in jail.

And you, I used my student loans to bail your boyfriend out of jail. And when I needed your help when I couldn't make ends meet, you never answered my message...

And all of you, I give you my artwork, my only worth. Yet, it means nothing. You never ask me how I am doing or if I've given up on painting/art. Never have you asked why I am a writer. Never have you asked who I am. I've asked you these things...

I don't think any of you know how much I care about you. Wish someone for once would see me. Alone and so sad. Thanks for being concerned non-existant friends.

-Ms. Lonely

Hey, uh, dude.

Flattered as I am that you like my art, attempting to bribe me for reviews for your friends ("If you'll like/sbscribe/watch my friend, I'll return the favor!") is pretty damn annoying. Doing it repeatedly?

Let's just say, you do that again on my page or my art, I'mma block you from my page. Continue, and I'll be reporting you to dA Not that I expect them to do much for harrassment.

Now QUIT.

Dear Community,

Hello. This is your moderator. Yes, I exist! That's basically all this post is. It's to say this comm is awesome and everyone is lovely and that if you ever do have an issue, I exist and am around and do feel free to contact me.

ILU all,
myselftheliar

Dear parents,

It was your decision to get divored. Over 2 years ago. I told you it's allright and that I understand. So please just get your shit right!
I know it's not easy and I'm sure I don't know of everything that happened between you but I'm so tired of all the yelling, fighting and secrets because I'm always between you. Why can't you get that I still love you both and need you both regardless of your feelings towards each other...

xoxo
me


Dear mom,

Stop taking me for your friend, parent, etc. I'm your daughter so treat me like one. I can't take care of your problems or help you with your relationships, I have a life (and problems) of my own now.
By the way, you're not the only person in the world who has problems although you like to say others have a better life.
And stop wasting money. You always complain you don't have enough money yet you buy expensive TVs and so on.

xoxo
me


Dear whole family,

STOP!! Just stop!! I'm tired of listening to all the lies, the yelling, the tears, the shoutings, the insulting. Just be honest with each other for once. Because I really don't know what I can tell whom anymore and I hate having to lie for some of you.
You are all so busy caring about yourself and complaining about each other that you sometimes forget I have feelings and problems, too. I would like to have a family for once that I can trust and that can support me...

xoxo
me


Dear self,

You should stop being so bothered by all this. You're here on vacation and should concentrate on studying and relaxing.
But now you're falling back into your old habits, letting the depressions win once again.
And stop expecting everyone to rush to help you just because you posted a vague twitter update...sometimes you should just ask for help.
And finally get your ass up and concentrate on your diet/sports plan!!!

xoxo
me